time was nature into the life of this soul this divine nature was the song that god sang out of love,πŸ’›

God’s presence melded to the composition of love, every beauty was that divine song to my soul,πŸ’›βœ

I realized that when the wind blows, the song of the god comes to divine love and prostrates to God.,πŸ’›βœβœ

Every strand of my hair prostrates in the presence of the wind that has fallen in love, our flowers are caught in that mysterious song.✝✝✝

Thanks to the beauty that took me from me, I learned outside the cage, it was love, living with confidence,βœβœβœπŸ’›