Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation.
Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation.
Happiness We rarely feel it. I would buy it, beg it, steal it, Pay in coins of dripping blood For this one transcendent good.
Soft she turned
And felt his breath upon her hair, and prayed Her
happiness was earned.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories