While I was wandering
inside her valleys and hills,
Found an angel having no wings;
but she always sings.
Seeing a grape garden
in her majestic face
I stood astonished;
Roses and lilies bloomed
I was in a paradise of my own
for a moment,
Where all my fruits grow…….
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
inside her valleys and hills,
Found an angel having no wings;
but she always sings.
Seeing a grape garden
in her majestic face
I stood astonished;
Roses and lilies bloomed
I was in a paradise of my own
for a moment,
Where all my fruits grow…….
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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