The world knows the love that's in its breast as
in the flower, the suffering lonely world.
The world knows the love that's in its breast as
in the flower, the suffering lonely world.
What should I care for the love of my loins?
The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction.
Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone!
The weight of the world
is love.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories