Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
There is here no measuring with time, no year matters, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force it's sap and stands confident in the storms of Spring without the fear that after them may come no Summer. It does come. I learn it daily, learn it with pain to which I am grateful
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories