http://slow.writerscafe.org/SundusR The original writings of author SundusR en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776050679 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Like the rain on the grass outside my windowCold and wet, slowly submergingLike the sun slowly peeking through the clouds and taking overOverpowered and eventually lostLike the clicking of the padlock outside my houseLocked inside this timeLike walking down the sloped road to buy breakfa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SundusR/284755/ She is like a doll. An imperfect, middle aged, golly-wog doll. Her hair has a mind of its own. Not a curl in place – each one pulling you in a different direction. Deep black hair but recently I have noticed some white sneaking in at the roots. Her hands were adept at swiftly pulling the curls.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SundusR/284742/