🤍The soul - it, like a moth, flies into the light, sometimes burning. That light is not near, not far away, in it the doors of happiness, the doors of paradise. The soul so wants warmth, simple love and understanding. tired of struggle and evil... The soul is a gentle creature. Why does she suffer so much, is there really no other way?.. 🖤Our world is cruel. And this is a fact; And there is little holy fire in it. 🔐🤍