No one understands my ills, nor the terror that fills my breast, who does not know the heart of a mother.
No one understands my ills, nor the terror that fills my breast, who does not know the heart of a mother.
I was a queen, and you took away my crown; a wife, and you killed my husband; a mother, and you deprived me of my children. My blood alone remains: take it, but do not make me suffer long.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories