A journey through emotions, love, and life's mysteries
It is a matter of destiny, it is written all the time Some die in prostration, some are killed by prostration What are your times in the world and come to my mouth
By Sana2 years ago in Poets
Yusuf was not there, but he came to the market The good news was that the buyers came Hum Kajada Chirag that whenever the wind blows
