http://slow.writerscafe.org/lorenzogiardano The original writings of author Lorenzo Giardano en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776065991 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I sit here, at the edge of the fountain,wading my fingers into the pool.surrounding me, are the bright colors,of the only things that are not cruel.The primroses, they speak softly,and they say what I need to hear. And yet, I still sit here waiting,for something that will bring me cheer.Without.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lorenzogiardano/1069388/ I hear the crinkling of fallen leaves,and wind, flowing through the branches.The light, fading as dusk draws near,and the shadows, growing stronger.The path ahead blends with the darkness,and my sense of direction becomes obsolete.Soon, I will lose my way,and I will be lost forever.I can n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lorenzogiardano/1066742/ Standing atop a snow covered hilla girl, silent, pale, and stilland no expression on her faceShe did not move, nor did she speakshe only stood, small and meek,and fighting through the coldI saw the wind blow from the stormand struck the girl, though she stayed warmfor she wore a black jacketThe snow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lorenzogiardano/1066605/ A poem, about a tree. Enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lorenzogiardano/1065632/