As we mourn for those
Departed and free
We send our tasbeeh
To plant them a tree
So their garden grows
Unexplainably
With verdant remembrances
For them to see
إِنَّا لِلَّٰهِ وَإِنَّا إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعُونَ
Word, like wind, cuts through you / Withers all but true you
Thanks for sharing. I read many of your blog posts, cool, your blog is very good.
I don’t think the title of your article matches the content lol. Just kidding, mainly because I had some doubts after reading the article. https://www.binance.info/hu/register?ref=IQY5TET4