dying sighs
Saturday, April 30, 2016
Mornings
With the singing birds, the cool morning air, and the dew upon verdant leaves, comes a sense of renewal, of
hope.
I must remember to celebrate the blessing of hope as much as I brood upon my woes.
Alhamdulillah
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