With the coffee cup in hands,. Calm, soothing morning breeze around. Walking along the empty shore. Do you still reminisce? About my broken heart,. Your cold, dark soul. Because, my dear! The waves have been wildly splashing. Along the edges of my feet every evening. And so is the mood of my thoughts. And the feel of my eyes. As if, the roaring sea-water. Within its wide, compassionate chest. Is hiding so silently, my pinching grief.

We scratch our eternal itch, a twentieth century bitch. And we are grateful for our iron lung. Thank to Laura and her Literary Lion. My wingman sat besides me at the bar, trying in vain to start conversation, but my attention kept wandering back to her.

Thoughts from the tub and beyond. Wanderings in Cappadocia Part One. Mosaic International Leadership Programme, The Power of Positive Thinking. Pamukkale, the cotton castle and meeting of nomads. 10 Books That Left a Mark. The lonely girl with a kite.

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