There's a land within my heart.
It's picturesque.
Rivers flow by, strong and full of life
Mountains are silhouetted against moonlight.
Its dark and bright, both at the same time, place, and being.
Wooden shelves stretch out, full of old books, parchment rolls, and novels telling tales of lives lived lovingly.
Serenaded by those I love, we sing.
Our voices mingle with the crispy breeze of autumn afternoons; we sing stories of our past lives, crack up on those little
incidents that got to us, wipe away tears of happiness remembering the generous paying-off of the long tiresome days.
Within my heart of hearts, lies sound dreams and a green place full of hope; hope for a cheerful tomorrow, a tomorrow that , inshaaAllah, won't be scarred a bit by the tasteless blurs of today.
It's picturesque.
Rivers flow by, strong and full of life
Mountains are silhouetted against moonlight.
Its dark and bright, both at the same time, place, and being.
Wooden shelves stretch out, full of old books, parchment rolls, and novels telling tales of lives lived lovingly.
Serenaded by those I love, we sing.
Our voices mingle with the crispy breeze of autumn afternoons; we sing stories of our past lives, crack up on those little
incidents that got to us, wipe away tears of happiness remembering the generous paying-off of the long tiresome days.
Within my heart of hearts, lies sound dreams and a green place full of hope; hope for a cheerful tomorrow, a tomorrow that , inshaaAllah, won't be scarred a bit by the tasteless blurs of today.
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