In the desert, a flower never grows.
Although it always rains,
water never mires.
Therefore, a dark heart,
that is soiled with hate,
is like a desert;
it grows not love, but wretched seeds,
which bears fruit that savors bitter.
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 6:15 AM UTC
In the desert, a flower never grows.
Although it always rains,
water never mires.
Therefore, a dark heart,
that is soiled with hate,
is like a desert;
it grows not love, but wretched seeds,
which bears fruit that savors bitter.
It's better to be sad than to hate.
