The Sun of God
Waking up to who you are meant to be is like the cool breeze you feel when the sun goes behind the clouds.
His warmth fades away..
Until the sun makes a break and just before it shines again, there is a rainbow where his light meets the clouds edge..
And just like that your skin is being kissed by his lips again.
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