I¶ll Never Be the Same

Wind whispers: it comes and goes; no one knows its beginning or end. Wind whispers: its breeze gently envelopes me and embraces me. Wind whispers: rustling leaves and pollinating; while bending flowers. Wind whispers: hurricane strength swirling tempest; nature¶s catharsis. Wind whispers: it softly bears the silent sighs of Life¶s joyousness. Wind whispers: soaring the heights; I¶m refreshed by the breath of God

November 28, 2010

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