http://slow.writerscafe.org/missprint The original writings of author Leah Simone en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011520 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Through wounded skies and broken bowswe fall from dreams into this nothing world.You, with your romantic verse--a net, a curse, a pillow.My soot-black eyes cry on your linen, invisible tears and silence entomb our unsung melody.All the wishing bells ring at dawn, but dawn sleeps,ignores the tin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missprint/1252765/ a poem could be about being a poem could be about being a spirit could be what it means to me will never be the same as what it means to you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/missprint/978572/