I get so tired of winter
I become a torture to those I'm with.
If you are not here, nothing grows.
I lack clarity.
My words tangle and knot up.
How to cure bad water?
Send it back to the river.
How to cure bad habits?
Send me back to you.
When water gets caught
in habitual whirlpools,
dig a way out
through the bottom of the ocean...
-- Rumi
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