Bitter Wind - Page 1

Bitter Wind With the winds beginning in the autumn season, the Soul seems to be a leaf falling towards new pain. In the heat of the fire flying with the wind, it inhales us with the new breath of oxygen that erases the respiratory signs. Damp wet feelings slowly slowed dry sounds in the palm. The sacred color of dried leaves is flying with new seedlings blessed with the spirit. In the center of the universe with the amount of the earth. The sky opened with the first birth of the sun is the colors in the film years of the sunken sun. The amount of soil, which is born in the red color of the world, the amount of land changing the amount of light, changed the dim image of the amount of light with the soil. The new bitter opens like a new mustard flower in changing countries of tree branches. The pain flakes their wings with the sounds of the birds wrapped in the clouds of the wind. The fruit and snake story starting with their movement is waking up with the sky that appears from a key hole that is opened with the key of the birth. They run to the sparkle with the family mirror. In infinity completed by a Father's methods, they grow with love. The crazy alfalfa was reading the bitter wind in the sun's eyes. A burning lamp of the pyramid prevents them from going out for a long time and closes a hungry door image. When the doors are on, the king's sign calls people who can enter with misery and lack of life. The corn cobs are as soft as a thin piece of paper that makes the kidneys like an elegant and textured poison sac. With the soft tissue, the honeycomb, the poison is collected with closure shots, allow them to transfer to the Saints. Moses fire burned! They run through the pain winds in Zion roads. The heavens are turning their hands to our Soul and our hopes are returning to desires with bitter winds in the sky. In sunny gardens of churches, he felt the spirit of sweet itching with a touch of burns on the shoulders. The people of the soul exhibit flying balloons to the sky with the touch of young children who paint the clouds with the melody. Like happiness in beautiful dreams, we look at proud faces on a heart rhythm asking for your breath in the church. The requests of the new words who are advancing together with the words of the confessions forgive the childhood of those who describe their dried lips. With the words that change the traces of the world's sins, everyone looks like the child you care about. With the free life of children, white sparkles and is looking for a victory of Christ with equal life of the Holy Spirit! The strong mysteries of the children who find the most powerful treasures are the glittering family mirrors in churches. The vines that extend the desolate of the soil are a sweet water taste, a cool and sugary bundle of sweet water listens to the sound of honeybees and the elderly hands distilles wine for a market ritual. The wine in the glasses of fine treble sounds are on our filtered lips. With the smell of sediment on our palate tasting, the smoke flowing in our breath is fluctuating. With the sound of the clean air, the sediment of the wine turns into a dirty life wave for new saplings. With the bitter rash in our kitchen; Open sesame; It looks like a seedless bagel that does not have eternity with the word of the senses that are opened with sesame taste. The flavor behind the doors that are not opened with sesame is now a meaningless promise in front of the door. We enjoy the pure white image of cheese and a very happy smile in Christian dishes to enjoy the grace in the Western cuisine. With the colors of the Glory, the deductive date in rituals proliferate the integrity of the bread with their new people. Those who do not feel the pain with the color of the ice do not change with the flammable effect of lost souls in cold winds. The new ice of the soil is the colors that cause a hard pain in the color of the colored sandstorm. Indicates the sanctity of the baptism that defines the river flowing from the drops of the Jordan River. He will wait for Jesus as long as it is qualified by the falls below the ashes in the river. And a bowl removes the bowl of the water for all the presence of the world with his hand. In the leadership of twelve people, the first rising and the last of the last continues to carry the victory. The first and last is the same, because they are combined under the wings of the bird clusters showing the sample of the Holy Spirit. The clock mechanism seems to be the long term transition ride that is deflected by the winds of lying in the seasons that the time is changed by the direction of the doors of the sun. The reality and Soul sense of God,laws that manage with reality in terms of bondage.