The sound of cymbals crashing. ..
releasing energy within our souls.
The sunset was a kaleidoscope of color
Pinks, purples, reds shading the sky
Like an artist painting his canvas
With each stroke of a brush
Varied colors magically appear
I touched your face, feeling every emotion
Knowing your instincts are mine
We kissed in the flash of thunder
You pulled me closer, our bodies
Quivered and shook. .. ...
The sound of cymbals crashing. ..
Book 2 of the romance trilogy Horses of Tir Na Nog
Life for CJ, and Shawn, has taken on new meaning and a wonderful turn. Never in a million years did CJ think she could be this happy. With her new husband and closest friends in tow, she’s bound
(((HUGS))) love and Merry Christmas!, Karla.
GOD BLESS
Tony