Bismi Allah
Sitting atop a mountain. Embracing the mysterious atmosphere. Favonian winds sweeping through. Enticing secret thoughts.
Savouring happiness. Indulging its companion. Echoing a release of emotions.
Still. Motionless. Peace.
Peace.
The waves pound against the rocks. A return of the natural. Wading in water. Fighting the waves.
A sudden calm.
Still. Motionless. Peace.
The succulence of life. Salivating tissues. Fear. Hope. Struggle.
Nothing comes easy. Tap into secluded silence. Wed truth.
All nuisances, remove yourselves. All temptations, cease your efforts.
The call has been made. Respond to it. Taste it. Feel it. Engage it.
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