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ishaq
Jan 16, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Under His Wing

Under His Wing He who never sleepsMade me travel now on the levelNot on board or by roadBut with the wings rareWithout any fare and fearMade me fly off at a tangentAscended thus into a realmBeyond a phenomenon commonFlights within under His wingMake metals ordinary hinge and sing.
— ishaq, Jan 16, 2009

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paparazii

17 years 4 months ago

welldone

Though it sound deep, i do understand it, maybe not in the way you do, but help me am i right, this is God right?