If like the leaf of the wisteria through which the sun darts his rays transparently you give your heart to me, I will no longer distrust you
If like the leaf of the wisteria through which the sun darts his rays transparently you give your heart to me, I will no longer distrust you
A summer rain had left the night clean and sparkling with drops of water. I leaned against the end pillar of the gallery, my head touching the soft tendrils of a jasmine which grew there in a constant battle with a wisteria, and I thought of what lay before me throughout the world and throughout time, and resolved to go about it delicately and reverently, learning that from each thing which would take me best to another.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories