O’ Jamil! This heart is no less than a city of dreams,
Where the full moon reigns — in majesty and gleams.
Its minarets rise from sighs never spoken,
Its silence, a scripture — in symbols unbroken.
Beneath its sky, visions and shadows convene,
And the moon walks gently, veiled and unseen.
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 10:12 AM UTC
O’ Jamil! This heart is no less than a city of dreams,
Where the full moon reigns — in majesty and gleams.
Its minarets rise from sighs never spoken,
Its silence, a scripture — in symbols unbroken.
Beneath its sky, visions and shadows convene,
And the moon walks gently, veiled and unseen.
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