This world is run with far too tight a rein for luck to interfere. Fortune sells her wares; she never gives them. In some form or other, we pay for her favors; or we go empty away.
This world is run with far too tight a rein for luck to interfere. Fortune sells her wares; she never gives them. In some form or other, we pay for her favors; or we go empty away.
But the lover's power is the poet's power. He can make love from all the common strings with which this world is strung.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories