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<blockquote data-quote="saadat tahir" data-source="post: 47048" data-attributes="member: 495"><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #006666"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #006666">Cousin lover friend and wife!</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #006666">Days now spent in sterile strife.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #006666"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #006666">Ginger locks by a chiseled face</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #006666">Rimmed a smile of princely grace</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #006666"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #006666">Laughed danced then she left</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #006666">Leaving behind a scene bereft</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #006666"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #006666">Smiled and giggled, softly talked</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #006666">Before too long, then she walked</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #006666"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #006666">She’s gone and left the door ajar</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #006666">Or thus it seems from so far</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #006666"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #006666">Another world she now obtains</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #006666">In swirling dust her form remains</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #006666"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #006666">Stony weights thus nature hurls</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #006666">In earthy tones her skirt curls</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #006666"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #006666">Held in his hand a fraying map</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #006666">clueless eyes look out the flap</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #006666"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #006666">Grim at the blowing yellow sands</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #006666">At forlorn tattered barren lands</span></span></p><p></p><p>Original</p><p>saadat tahir</p><p>14th Feb, 2015</p><p>Rafha-KSA</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="saadat tahir, post: 47048, member: 495"] [SIZE=4][COLOR=#006666] Cousin lover friend and wife! Days now spent in sterile strife. Ginger locks by a chiseled face Rimmed a smile of princely grace Laughed danced then she left Leaving behind a scene bereft Smiled and giggled, softly talked Before too long, then she walked She’s gone and left the door ajar Or thus it seems from so far Another world she now obtains In swirling dust her form remains Stony weights thus nature hurls In earthy tones her skirt curls Held in his hand a fraying map clueless eyes look out the flap Grim at the blowing yellow sands At forlorn tattered barren lands[/COLOR][/SIZE] Original saadat tahir 14th Feb, 2015 Rafha-KSA [/QUOTE]
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She’s gone …1402-2k15
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