http://slow.writerscafe.org/filizakkaya The original writings of author filizakkaya en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776192604 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Do not hold my hand like you used toYour touch would burn me too muchDo not kiss me anymoreFor with no love, it means nothingAs you told me what I feared the mostI braced myself for the times to comeBut brace yourself as much as you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/filizakkaya/1061507/   She sat upright and pushed her hairbehind her ears. One more day she thought. Her eyes filled up with tears andshe let out a sigh of discontent. Despite everything going on in her life,writing, it made her happy. A small hope in a life of d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/filizakkaya/1057369/ Just some thoughts on life, not really a story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/filizakkaya/1036626/ In a bucolic town on the mountaintopsThere sat a comely bungalowAn evanescent light would enlighten the trees and theriverbanksThe most tranquil time of the dayDespite the ethereal view there was a constant shadow Slaughtering all the beauty ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/filizakkaya/1016372/ A letter to my dear oneOn hopes that someday we willreunite again, Over the landscapePast the hills and under the blazingsunWhere our tree used to beRemember how we would sit under itand count the stars at night?Nothing lives t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/filizakkaya/1012817/ a metaphor on how the depressed mind copes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/filizakkaya/1011162/  I once read that Helen’s face could launch a thousand shipsThat man from all around the globeWould kneel at her feet and beg for her allureThat ships would sail through storms and maelstromsJust to catch a glimpse of the beauty that is Helen of Troy.Gods would gaze down and admire herAnd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/filizakkaya/1011156/ She put her pen down and sighed asshe let the tears run down her face. She had only been writing the letter fortwenty minutes but she had been perfecting it for the last hour. Eleanor Henly,aged sixty nine, had left the best yea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/filizakkaya/1011153/