Sunlight
Is composed
Of all the colors
But my life
Is composed
Of only one color
The color
Of your true love
That shines
With a sublime light
And straightens
The serpentine veins
Of my capricious heart
Not with, an instant
Warmth of the Sun
But with the constant
Warmth of love
I have only one word to say (and I say it verrrry slowly...)
W-o-w.
Hugs,
Tami
Reviewed by Michael Morash (Reader)
Reviewed on December 6, 2003
You have done it once again, my friend. The best part of having little time to stop and read other authors work is when I get to catch up on all the brilliance I've missed.
Bravo, you are the real thing.
Michael
Reviewed by T. Emilie Dybevik (Reader)
Reviewed on December 6, 2003
Oh Bhuwan... it is a lovely hue isn't it. I can't describe the color of it better than you have here. Excellent!!!
A search for the ghost of a chorus girl chorine haunting a costume designer’s Manhattan apartment leads to an encounter with an eccentric, mischievous witch with the ability to send folks back through time…in this case, the 1919 Ziegfeld Follies.
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I have only one word to say (and I say it verrrry slowly...)
W-o-w.
Hugs,
Tami
Bravo, you are the real thing.
Michael
Thank You,
Emilie
(The picture is too!)
~Chrissie
You did a terrific job once again!!
Nothing like the warmth of love!!
Warm love Tinka :))
Luv and hugs,
Susan Sparks
excellent
enjoyed much
William
Ch'erie
Blessings,
Libby