Fragrance of her soul,
A rainstorm in the desert,
Quenches all my thirst.
A rainstorm in the desert,
Quenches all my thirst.
Inspired by the prompt at
Thy grace be
In the burning cauldrons, through the humming saws, across the poles - wrapped in cotton and set aflame, and in the swift strike of tyr...
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The sun was nearly gone. So were the last of his passengers. That was what he thought. Driving the cab at snail-pace through city’s traffi...
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And 'tis be our aim. Guided by faith, hope and love. And of these, my dear... Well, love stands at both the ends... the fount and t...
so fragrant......:)...loved it....read mine here....http://istoppedtosmellarose.blogspot.com/2015/10/birth-of-storm.html
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Sunaina
DeleteThis seems so romantic to me...love it! ♥
ReplyDeleteThank you Kathy.
DeleteBeautiful !
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Milan
DeleteOn how sweet! <3
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Harini.
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