They call me crazy, for I have seen a place:
"Where music can be seen,
where colors have faces,
where feelings have shapes,
where dreams have bodies,
where beauty has a taste,
where silence has a voice,
where the wind sings melodious songs,
where the rain drops carry light,
where the stars can be felt,
where mysteries have a language,
where the nights tell tales,
where the days are lit by hope,
Where the moonlight heals scars,
where time stays like a beloved friend,
WHERE LOVE HAS A TWIN. . . ."
They call me crazy, for I have seen. . . .
ږ peshawar < (Haris Ali
where feelings have shapes,
where dreams have bodies,
where beauty has a taste,
where silence has a voice,
where the wind sings melodious songs,
where the rain drops carry light,
where the stars can be felt,
where mysteries have a language,
where the nights tell tales,
where the days are lit by hope,
Where the moonlight heals scars,
where time stays like a beloved friend,
WHERE LOVE HAS A TWIN. . . ."
They call me crazy, for I have seen. . . .
ږ peshawar < (Haris Ali
