The Shadow of the Wind
We can't see the wind
Even only its shadow
With our naked eyes
But we can feel its delights
When it sweeps our body till we feel cool
When the leaves wave
When the clouds change their shapes
But we can feel its furiosity
When it pushes us hard till we can't stand still
When the waves roar
When the roofs fly off
And maybe God is like the wind
We can't see him
But we can feel his presence through prayers
But we can feel his love through prayers too
And maybe the devil is like the wind too
We can't see him
But we can feel his presence
Whenever we can't control our greeds
And whenever we can't control our anger
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