http://slow.writerscafe.org/michael%20g The original writings of author Michael G en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026283 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There are many scentsthat get my attention,and bring back memories...good memories.My father's leather chair.The roses along my fence.Strawberries and oranges...cantaloupe and watermelon...and freshly mowed grass.The coffee I bring to you each morning.A summer rain coming.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michael-g/274248/ When Butterflies Gather...With just a whisperto their wings...they take flight.They fly upon the lightestof current...and flutter above.Their colors varyas much as the flowers they visit.Their peacefulnessis unmistakable.To most,the butterfly is a joy to watch.Their.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michael-g/274246/ Solitary shadows...drinks poured for one,dinner alone...and no one singing to the music with me.Monks understandthe solitude,living alone in the monastery.Monks know the singlenessof solitary shadows.A tree cast a single shadowa sign post the same.But that's not the w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michael-g/274243/ Music can make you smileand dreamand hope.It can make you stand "up on the roof"and shout to the world"I won't leave until I'm a star."And it can cause you to sit quietly...and ponder "fire and rain.""Clown make-up"can hide your true .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michael-g/274240/ The sunglasses you wearare cute and charming...okay...they're sexy as hell.I can see just enoughthrough them to knowwhen you are watching me...but not enough to knowjust where you're watching.I knowyou watch my eyesand my smile...and every now and then,you look lower,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michael-g/274236/ What would it take for meto reach out and touch you?How much time would have to be invested?Sitting here,wondering where you are...what you're doing...thinking of all the possibilities.Yes, that opens meto disappointment.But then again,it opens me to warm, gentle smiles, also.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michael-g/274232/ It's a simple thought really.Nothing earth shattering...or mind boggling.I know.That's all... 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