http://slow.writerscafe.org/gracelee The original writings of author Grace Lee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775934286 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Before you walk away,Before the day is done,Why do you insist on leaving,We're not forever young.You say, "C'mon, let's play!" one minute but the next,You're all about "growing up" and "finding love".You'll laugh and smile alongside me,But soon turn your back to the younger us.We never noticed when .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracelee/3121613/ the most vibrant of dayswraps itself in fruitful colourwe make our way through carpeteddisplays of heaped leaf fallkicking tumbles of rusts and ochresmellow with shapely yellows andearthy browns between roasted umberscrisp dry leaves underfootthe crunchy crackle of autumnalpresencewe pass cracked he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracelee/3121493/ A day would come and a day has becameHow spirited a mother's voice could echo deep in my heart from whence to thencefrom south to west my gazes went but to no availIt falls deep and loud into my ears when your voice is all i could hear down the lane before a lad of 12 becameyou were no where to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracelee/3121490/ The credits rolled, before the story even begun.We met the end, so abruptly and prematurely.A Tragedy, maybe a Horror story? Played in repeat, Rinse and repeat...I'm still standing back then,Stumbling in your footsteps.Distorted, completely changedRevolving around the past.A poem of my past reg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracelee/3121333/ I walk the sand as the tide recedes,leaving broken shells and scattered light.The horizon burns in violet and gold,and I trace your steps beside mine,though I know they’ll fade before dawn.Your hand brushes mine,and I feel the weight of quiet moments�"how much is ours, and how muchthe o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracelee/3121330/  BreathBreathe deepmeditatebody torn asunderfragmented by too many burdens Breathe deepmy heart racesmind agitatesrunning backwardshere, there, nowhere Breathe deepcommitments overwhelmpulse racesincidents to befall Breathe deepyoga positionssoft gong musicNamaste http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracelee/3121326/ The Beginning of Hush Earth brown and empty treesleaves blown with gusts of mild winda portent of winter’s whippingwhich stings one’s face like piercing fringes of a spear We swaddle to protect against the elements that strike usthough we savor the purity of the wind shrouding .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gracelee/3121325/