Am I

I become a strange person,
No one comprehends my state,
I chant and i alone listen to myself,
No one understand my language,

My language is the language of birds,
My homeland is the country of the beloved,
I am a nightingale: my beloved is my rose,
To be sure,the color of my rose never fades. ~rumi~

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