Song Of A Dream
by Sarojini Naidu
Lone in the light of a magical wood,
Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang;
And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang,
And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed,
And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
Lone in the light of that magical grove,
I felt the stars of the spirits of Love
Gather and gleam round my delicate youth,
And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth;
To quench my longing I bent me low
By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
...............
on the true the life was going away...
nobody are a rememberance... all us are real;
those who have condition, go..help, give hands, hold...
those have not... call , give chance for to join in planejament for go up...
but,
the ethernumm sleep , FOR THIS LIVE, was comming near
a live not lived
i cry
knowlwdge
HZ ALI (RA)
A friend cannot be considered a friend unless he is tested on three occasions: in time of need, behind your back and after your death.
WE ARE BROTHERS AND SISTERS IN THE ISLAM. WE MUST DO ACTS IN THIS TRUE
When you feel afraid or nervous to do a thing then do it because the real harm which you may thus receive is less poignant than its expectation and fear.
~hz ALI (RA..)