http://slow.writerscafe.org/1verse The original writings of author Charles Sapp II en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021586 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 By Charles Sapp II The sensation of thirst and hunger intensifies daily;examining the better half of self and its desires.Identified by the mirroring image of nature inside,the reflecting heart of the universe, coiled into radiant love;the perpetual emotion of self lovethat acquai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1verse/299076/ By Charles Sapp II  The first of my journey has been complete. The winding roads have taken a straight path towards home. The comforting arms of familiarity truly exists, like tomorrow’s nested hopes that bear fruitful futures.Normalcy lost, in search to be found. Faint.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1verse/299075/ By Charles Sapp II  The spirit childseparating truth and wisdom with the sleight of tongue.With the familiarity of attractive forces,vaporous verses spewed from the lips of a hungry mouth,summoning the creation of imagination with ghostly appearances.  In pursuit for lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1verse/299072/ By Charles Sapp II  The germination of thoughtsspreading like wildflowers across the landscape of hillside ruminations,musing over blissful clouds and meandering through sunset motifs.  Events of silent moments piqued by the crescendo of nature’s dialogue,symphonize.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1verse/299069/ By Charles Sapp II Please No CSS The water bearer of life invokes the essence of animated matter, flowing through the passageways of time. The fluid nature of innovation fruit ideas abound, in an ethereal sense with embodied vision towards the future. 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