December 12, 2005
What do you think of ghosts?
I think I am haunted,
haunted by an echo of a dream.
What do you know of dreams?
I think mine has been stolen,
stolen by an echo of a dream.
Where do you think love resides?
My heart litters with
acres of
solitude too bright to dim. And
Where do you go to lose it?
My eyes echo nightmares
written and
unwritten by yarns of yearnings.
Where does your breathe flow
now that mine carries not its fragrance?
What would your eyes seek in
a world without me? In those
many unwritten pages; in those
many lingering regrets.
What do you think of memories?
I strangle in the warmth of mine,
haunted by an echo of a dream.
What do you know of broken hearts?
I am hunted by shards of hope,
carried by an echo of a dream.
Yours,
Jiddah.
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His Scandalous Bride
RomanceSaddiq didn't know how much he was willing to lose until he met her, Aisha. However all she wanted was a year with him. Would he be able to change her mind? Or would she leave as mysteriously as she had appeared?
