http://slow.writerscafe.org/zhaul The original writings of author zhaul en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776215762 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The pictureof you old, on the screen,first lovememories sitting in front of me, in my mind.Your hairwas playing to cover your eyes; rememberthat restaurant?Me?  I can’t forget that smile, a futuresurrounded by the past.It’s gone,swallo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zhaul/1641238/  I don't know how to act.That yet to be born orchard is dying, trying not to be lonelywhen the sky falls to the ground weeping, but she won't bloom.the seeds you scattered won’t give fruits for that obscured ignorance’s unpolished and rough desire forces me to silence my c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zhaul/265466/