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death tarot

Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted
From that water of life he is in a state of elation
Death came, smelled me, and sensed your fragrance instead
From then on, death lost all hope of me.

poem by Rumi: Shahram Shiva. (Trans.) (2000). Rumi, thief of sleep: 180 quatrains from the Persian. Hohm Press. image: tarot card art at http://www.fanpop.com

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