If you enjoy peace and quiet, writing and poetry, digital art, and speaking from the heart, then welcome to my blog Sandi. Like liquid gold you pour through my bedroom window, tossing sunbeams playfully against the wall. Kicking back the covers, I hurriedly slide out of bed, determined to pay close attention to you today. My morning coffee urges me outside. To sit on the deck.

A personal collection of poems written extemporaneously. Always on my mind,. She paces herself well,. For she races against time,. She can run a marathon,. One could call it life,. She lives each breath,. As she runs swiftly,. One step at a time,. She runs with passion,. A rhythm in each stride,. Her heartbeats are the music,. To watch her feet dance,. Like a cheetah in pursuit,. A predator on the hunt,. She runs like the wind,.

At night only the moon whispers,. The blood seems blue,. Your fragrance feels disappeared,. And the sunshine asks me each day. The earth and the moon knows,. The rustling of the leaves,the rumbling of clouds agree,. The spark of the fire accepts,. Even with your hatred,my heart flies. This entry was posted on January 11, 2017, in love. The colours of your Love. Hola,my dear readers! .

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Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are. My bare skin prickles under the frigid current of the beastly air-conditioner, which rattles like an old-age pensioner on his last legs. I was just walking through the market today. He brought the cigarette to his lips.

Staring out of the window, unlike his little sister, he was not enjoying the scenic beauty in their long drive. He was lost, quite lost in some world of his own. The constant chattering of his family felt nothing but a little buzz in his ears. Yes, he was completely lost in his thoughts. Was something wrong with him? He had spent nights on his bed staring blankly on his ceiling thinking what was his purpose of life, what was that he w.

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Then, being the reason of their smile, whose smile means the world to you. Knowing that you are the reason behind their genuine giggling , yes the genuine one. In the morning when they cross your mind, you feel like your head is in the clouds, proudly screaming out to the world. When you are talking to them and you feel like laughing so hard because it all comes naturally. You put your hand over your face to hide that, but guess what? December 12, 2016.

Wishing you a very happy new year. With this first morning of 2017,I have given a slight change in my writting work. Till now I have just wrote poetries,thoughts,quotations. But this time I am gonna give first trial for my short story. A HOPE FOR EVERY NEW YEAR. All of sudden she heard the striking sound which led to the thumping of her heart beats. And there it was a clock which struck 12. And again left with hope and expectations for next year.