Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.
Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.
Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seeing one another and they cannot write nevertheless they find countless mysterious ways of corresponding, by sending each other the song of birds, the scent of flowers, the laughter of children, the light of the sun, the sighing of the wind, and the gleam of the stars --all the beauties of creation.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories