Dear Lovelies, Last Monday, I published a post (A hug for Saraa) after reading about a dear blogger friend of mine, who had just lost her little brother. I asked you to visit her over, and give her a cyber-hug. WordPress is a great, tight community, and it is in times like this that we… Continue reading Thankful — It’s Me Saraa
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A hug for Saraa…
Dear Lovelies, Today I break my blogging-pause silence for a good reason. Not a happy one, but something worth a mention… As you all know, blogging is about sharing thoughts and stories, but it is much more than that. The Bloggosphere is a community, and a place we come to when we need some support.…… Continue reading A hug for Saraa…
The letter…
Peviously posted May 30th of 2017. via Daily post prompt – Buff She put a log in the fire, and returned silently to the kitchen. The kettle was about to whistle, and she took it off the stove, just in time. She wasn’t thirsty, per say, but making tea was a ritual that calmed her,…… Continue reading The letter…
Heartbeat…
Not one day after that, did my heart not beat every beat for you. It still does to this day, constant reminder of my loss.
By the lake…
She adjusted her big woolen scarf as she walked, and the sound of her soles on the cracking leaves was the only sign of her presence in the woods… She had been there countless number of times, but every visit felt like the first. In the forest, everything was in a perpetual state of changing.…… Continue reading By the lake…
Love for Linda…
I hesitated long before getting decided to write this… I thought about it for days, and I had many doubts whether it was a good idea or not to speak out. My dear friend Linda, from Tales From The Cabbage Patch has lost her son a couple of days ago. If I thought she would, herself, publish…… Continue reading Love for Linda…
The letter…
via Daily post prompt – Buff She put a log in the fire, and returned silently to the kitchen. The kettle was about to whistle, and she took it off the stove, just in time. She wasn’t thirsty, per say, but making tea was a ritual that calmed her, and she needed just that. To…… Continue reading The letter…
You are a memory…
Year after year, time after time, I longed for you in silence… Imagining you in their anonymous arms, when you should have been mine. And once every blue moon, my call in the night, like a wolf’s howl, drew you to my lair to appease my appetite. Oh the nights of tenderness, waking…… Continue reading You are a memory…
Pain told love…
As he entered the tattoo shop, a chill went down his spine. He wasn’t afraid of needles, that had never bothered him, and his canevas-like body was there to prove it. But it was different this time, and he walked solemnly to the guy’s booth. “Play with ink all you want kid, but always…… Continue reading Pain told love…
Cyranny's Cove 