O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.
O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.
As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote faster than I would write a letter - two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories