When butterflies leave their silk palaces
The scent of the garden blows towards Heaven's way.
Like the toils of man,
Those who work to tomorrow
Will not miss the dreams of yesterday
Love,
Fatimah
When butterflies leave their silk palaces
The scent of the garden blows towards Heaven's way.
Like the toils of man,
Those who work to tomorrow
Will not miss the dreams of yesterday
Love,
Fatimah
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Well spoken dear friend.Have a great eveningSteven
I would like to thank Qbone for this music as he gives me so much of his passion.. .MUSIC 🙂
Thank you StevenI like this mans musicand words Fati
Thanks Fati for this blog and music…….
it’s my pleasure AndreuI get so much joy posting and sharing with all