English is mine
Thank you for sharing with us
this deep poem
Wlecome to the club brother
Death sets a thing significant
The eye had hurried by,
Except a perished creature
Entreat us tenderly
To ponder little workmanships
In crayon or in wool,
With "This was last her fingers did,"
Industrious until
The thimble weighed too heavy,
The stitches stopped themselves,
And then 't was put among the dust
Upon the closet shelves.
A book I have, a friend gave,
Whose pencil, here and there,
Had notched the place that pleased him,--
At rest his fingers are.
Now, when I read, I read not,
For interrupting tears
Obliterate the etchings
Too costly for repairs.
English is mine
Thank you for sharing with us
this deep poem
Wlecome to the club brother
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" اللهم استعملني في طاعتك "
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أستغفر الله العظيم التواب الرحيم لذنبي
وللمسلمين والمسلمات و المؤمنين والمؤمنات
الأحياء منهم والأموات إلى يوم الدين
thaaaaaaaaaaanx alot
قال الشيخ ابن باز - رحمه الله تعالى -
(الحياة في سبيل الله أصعب من الموت في سبيله)
your much welcome brothers it a honor to be here
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