Walk 11 Tuesday Sep 2012 Posted by ♡ The Tale Of My Heart ♡ in Allah, Angels, Beauty, Feelings, God, Heart, History, Human, Life, Lord, Love, Peace, Poetry, Relationship, Sufi's, Wisdom, World, Youth ≈ 23 Comments TagsAllah, Beauty, Death, God, Happiness, Heart, Human, Life, Lord, Love, Men, Poetry, Quotes, Relationship, religion, Sir Muhammad Iqbal, Sufi's, Walk, Women, World, Youth Walk Walk in my garden, and thou’lt find but loss, Except thy soul be martyred to the Quest; I shew what flows within the rose’s veins, No magic scents and hues my Spring possessed. Sir Muhammad Iqbal 51.506577 -0.026095 Rate this:ShareShare on TumblrDiggPocketEmail Pin ItPrintLike this:Like Loading...
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The words and photo blend perfectly together. Very moving.
Thanks Angelia I’m glad u enjoyed
Mystical picture, beautiful poem.
Thank you Konsantina I’m glad u enjoyed