Showing posts with label Quatrains. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Quatrains. Show all posts
No air blown through a flute
Nor strings strung on a lute
Can match the miraculous musical art
Composed by the valves of your heart...
Labels: Quatrains
In the words of the Almighty I see grace,
Love, hope, compassion, and mercy
The thought of seeing His Majestic Face
Makes the mind wonder as you read Ayatul Kursi..
Labels: Quatrains
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