#377

Never have I bemoaned to God about the problems of this world, but now, often I find myself weep to Him out of my love for you… If you cannot spare a morsel of happiness for me beloved, at least let me breathe just once, the fragrance of your palm.

#muse

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    1. Qaiser Post author

      Ma’am. I’m humbled. Thank you indeed. I hope I will be able keep up to your praise. Even if I fail, it won’t be because of a lack of effort. Thank you again.

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