"When speechless a mouth, willing hand it writes , stories unheard, so quaint, the beady stars assemble in hopeful Mind, and in mysterious vault of skies,connecting in Alchemy, the expecting to my Lord."
"When speechless a mouth, willing hand it writes , stories unheard, so quaint, the beady stars assemble in hopeful Mind, and in mysterious vault of skies,connecting in Alchemy, the expecting to my Lord."
