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Little Istanbul
He kissed her with such intensity that she was certain he tried to climb inside her heart as his walls fell around beneath the both of them.
Literally, he took her breath away as she felt her heartbeat racing, wondering, about the lovely creature that held her head in his hands.
Who knew that a kiss could ever be soul searing in the heat of an early December morning as the early morning rays of the sun blazed upon us.
That kiss would be their last as she bid him farewell on a journey that changed their lives, forever. The summer rain masked her tears as they turned in opposite directions, and went their own ways.
Sometimes, the earth ceases to spin upon its axis when the balance has been lost.
Berlin wasn't renowned just for communism.
Literally, he took her breath away as she felt her heartbeat racing, wondering, about the lovely creature that held her head in his hands.
Who knew that a kiss could ever be soul searing in the heat of an early December morning as the early morning rays of the sun blazed upon us.
That kiss would be their last as she bid him farewell on a journey that changed their lives, forever. The summer rain masked her tears as they turned in opposite directions, and went their own ways.
Sometimes, the earth ceases to spin upon its axis when the balance has been lost.
Berlin wasn't renowned just for communism.
Published 22nd Nov 2014
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22nd Nov 2014 11:18pm
it's an extraordinary piece, but I stumbled on a matter of continuity: you mention 'December morning' & shortly after you refer to the 'summer rain.'
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