We, the waywards,
very many our trespasses.
Thou art the merciful,
steering us to roads
where the sun shines
and shadows fall behind.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
In moments of stillness, when the chaos quiets and nature reveals its gentle truths, even a fleeting beam of sunlight becomes a messenger of...
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