Shaurora Loon

God's Message

I hear the whisper of the wind. It calls my name with its voice. I step outside into the current, I close my eyes, powerless against its force, the gentle yet strong breeze surrounds me. Whipping my hair all different ways. The wind on my face, like god is stroking on my cheeks. And as if my eyelids are being kissed by god's lips. The wind is a message from god. Showing and reminding us of his power, daring all who defy, to challenge him, the sinners will soon know who is the all mighty.

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