Oh, the beautiful city of Kabul wears a rugged mountain skirt,
And The rose is jealous of its lash-like thorns.
The dust of Kabul's blowing soil smarts lightly in my eyes,
But I love her, for knowledge and love both come from her dust.
...
Read full text
I am totally in awe of this poem that is mystical and serene in its countenance and birth. Stunning write. arya
Ms. Johnson Makes My DIck Hard