We all have been there, yeah, there where there an infatuation springs out of nowhere at the meting of someone. it is the beginning of something, something that may end up to be something or something that end up to be nothing.

Suppose you were a gambler. Suppose you had friends, powerful friends. Would you risk betting your life to help them? lemmy Coidd had powerful friends.

„I tell you a big mystery: when God made the heaven and the earth, the visible and invisible things and the man, the speech of God’s mouth was the lan-guage of the Romanian people of today.”

„You should not be from the earth, for the mystery that comprises you is great. You are the sign of God through the times, and take this sign to all the margins, for the Lord’s judg-ment is written by God to all the margins. Amen.
My people do not forget that you are a witness over time, that you are a sign that stirs up opposition over the people without the Holy Spirit.”

writing is what she uses to release her stress. she writes poems , her thoughts and more , to define her reality unknown

When The Day Dawned

The day was yet to dawn.
From the warmth of my cosy bed,
as I stepped out of the house,
the entire town slept;
a gigantic cocoon,
in its depth,
the silkiness of existence,
folded in the mystique of darkness,
in the aura of a wasteland from ancient times,
as if the roads, fields, houses and trees cast by a magic spell;
time, to its core drunk with antiquity,
environs perpetuating colour.
In the timelessness of eternity,
in the mute fog,
people in their bed-chambers crouched in sleep,
the radiant moonlight in the sky paled.
A deathly silence,
flames in clay-lamps dwindling to their end.
A probable rain ahead.
Right above the street, chunks of clouds coursed the sky.
Shivering in the wintry wind adjusting the folds of the dark shawl around my body,
wiping away from the canopy of tearful eyes,
images of children serenely asleep,
mumbling to myself,
I reached the riverside,
got into the boat.

The day was yet to dawn.
Yearning for the other shore,
my boat moved with the rushing waves.
The morning star winked.
The boat, water,
the sail, the oars, the darkness and my drowsy self,
all elements converged into one:
a long lost memory flowered in the heart.
Then the day dawned.
The sun took over at noon,
shadows crawled in the descending light,
evening fell,
then darkness cloaked all.
A journey of several hundred nights at last touched the shore.

When the next day dawned,
my house was draped in mourning.

Kiarain grew up in last cave, separated from her sister and father, with no one to help her. Kiarain meets Cyren and they go to paridise together.

Neil Akuma WAS a normal human like everyone else. He can't explain this easily, but he's a reaper. They're creatures of death. Born to kill. But when he meets Mist, he has a feeling that he's never felt before. Could this be what love feels like?

this little poem is heartily dedicated to my life partner who is always moving with me ,therefore day by day i am feeling my life awesome..thanks to him.....:-) respect your partner and feel the life with them...