And the mother gathered the little one to her and said:
“Run my dear,
From anything
That may not strengthen
Your precious budding wings.”
― Hafez
16 Friday Jan 2015
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Wow! Great!
Thanks, Shilpa 🙂
How lovely! This somehow reminded me of the book – Hen who dreamed she could fly.
That is an interesting title!