What has happened to this modern world; it adores naked skin and naked lies more, in the chameleon's skin, which are furled, and urge inhabitants of this world to ignore their purpose of existence and truth?
My palette was dried and empty after burning my day for more than twenty to brush a minor in her thirteen with a stained hand she was running to tell her mother that she was bleeding nescient about the menses she was worried for her death for this blood was more than she ever witnessed her attire was painted white and her hair curled and tied so that the stain could be seen from the distant eyes her cheeks blushed with the heat the sun stroke was right there on ninety degree From a far distance, she looked more like a fairy Just like women looked with the brush stroke of Zeuxis and Vinci.
Nothing in this life happens by chance. Everything the Almighty puts us through is to allow us to grow and to elevate our status. Once you open your heart to your Creator, you'll see Him in every part of your life. So read the signs and you'll find contentment.