Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm.
Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm.
Joys are our wings, sorrows our spurs.
There is a joy in sorrow which none but a mourner can know.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories