When moonlit reflections float upon flaxen beams of colour exuding whispers of strange silhouettes dancing across the forest looking out yonder into the darkness beyond the shadowed trees where memories lie asleep bathed in tranquillity until the sultry light of dawn quietly steps with the grace and ease of a gazelle and ever so tenderly, plants butterfly kisses upon the form of beauty and the sleeping wisdom, beckoning it to wake, and in silence; to follow… from darkness, into the light to reawaken the senses and fulfil, the honey laden thoughts and let them linger sweetly and ever so temptingly… on the lips of love.
~*~ “Ali, Mere hamsafar, Mujhe tumse pyar hai bahut Sanam. Mere dard ko mitao, tum mere meet ho. Bin tere kuch nahin hai… Elga”
Copyright Elga ~Indigo~ 31 March 2005 – All Rights reserved 05H43am
Wish I knew what you said here!!
"“Ali, Mere hamsafar,
Mujhe tumse pyar hai bahut Sanam.
Mere dard ko mitao, tum mere meet ho.
Bin tere kuch nahin hai… Elga”
Aberash has been driven from the world by the tormenting of the dragons she released and now they threaten the balance of power. The Crimean War has broken out. Zabella is sent to Rehema, the exiled queen, to learn the secrets of the dragons. But can
Jack Brennan is hired by a group of ultra rich English aristocrats to kidnap four top IRA terrorists. The contract is time limited but do the financial rewards justify the risk?
Take care,
Sherry
(((HUGS))) and love from TX, Karla. :)
Worth reading again and again.
Love & Light,
Joseph
Wish I knew what you said here!!
"“Ali, Mere hamsafar,
Mujhe tumse pyar hai bahut Sanam.
Mere dard ko mitao, tum mere meet ho.
Bin tere kuch nahin hai… Elga”
Ek is a boertjie onthou!!
Love Tinka
Paul;-]
Eileen