Posted by eebakcuh on June 30, 2008


“God hath His mountains bleak and bare,
Where He doth bid us rest awhile;
Crags where we breathe a purer air,
Lone peaks that catch the day’s first smile.
God hath His deserts broad and brown–
A solitude–a sea of sand,
Where He doth let heaven’s curtain down,
Unknit by His Almighty hand.”
This entry was posted on June 30, 2008 at 3:51 am and is filed under Uncategorized.
Tagged: Alatau Sanatorium, Almaty, Kazakhstan, Streams in the Desert.
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