The misery is greater, as I live!
The misery is greater, as I live!
Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star. Lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried, Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories