She looked at the sky
And imagined a picture
That little girl with grey hair
Holding a little red rose
It seems the rose drips ink
And the road seems too far
At the end was a garden
She wished she was the little girl
Though wishes are frailty.
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Your Muslim Poetry Book
PoetryThe journey that takes you somewhere incredibly amazing.you will learn to walk your own journey beautifully.
