My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.
My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.
If you haven't the strength to impose your own terms upon life, you must accept the terms it offers you.
To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing that is enough for one man's life.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories