Poem ☁ WORDS LEFT BEHIND 19 January 202030 October 2022Rabab Maher ☁ Skilful White Clouds Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, “It might have been.” John Greenleaf Whittier View this document on Scribd August 2018 Poem ☁ My Sanctuary Poem ☁ Do I Dare? My Unrelenting Pen Poem ☁ The Only Truth ~ The Inner Truth (III) Liked It? Please Share ~ Jazâkum Allâhu Khaira (*^_^*)ShareClick to print (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
Skilful White Clouds 