we dwell on Thy hymns, songs.
Thee impairs all our wrongs.
Our brood rests safe.
Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma.
Welfare unto all
Rab Rakha
Folds of Autumn
Folds of Autumn Some seasons arrive softly— in a lingering moon, distant birdsong, and memories that blush across the horizon. And when the ...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment
Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.