There is beauty in Black
There is beauty in White
And in all the shades
In between
There is history in Black
There is history in White
And in all the shades
We have been
© Rabia Bashir 2018
There is beauty in Black
There is beauty in White
And in all the shades
In between
There is history in Black
There is history in White
And in all the shades
We have been
© Rabia Bashir 2018
My Lord is One
He created all
Beauty in the eyes that see
A changing canvas
Hangs in the sky
He paints for you and me
A moment’s marvel
At His designs
Others do not perceive
A changing canvas
Hangs in the sky
A reason why I believe
© Rabia Bashir 2018
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