http://slow.writerscafe.org/Dinali99 The original writings of author Dinali Sathma en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022624 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What if your personality was in layers? Like fitting yourself into different dresses? Or better, what if your personalities could be removed and put in like Russian dolls? Like matryoshka. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dinali99/1329656/ A young doctor on her first mission to the war camps. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dinali99/1166913/ Its raining and there is chaos http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dinali99/1092833/ Midaya gets invited to one the most important events of the year but she can't figure out why. Rumors spread like wildfire. Whom should she believe and should she really go? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dinali99/1092830/ Stout, chubby, fatA baby owl saton the long black cableto fly it seemed unableDown below is catGood he's hidden by a matLast night it must have lost its wayThe sun is blinding, it must stayMama bird will find you at nightIn my garden you will be alrightBaby owl your feather like hayI'll take care of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dinali99/1092242/ Thorn to thorn the fingers glideCeaseless flow of blood Bubbles out and flows in new made veins Blind eyes and felt tips reach the arduous lair Dawn dew, morning mist fall on fallen hairSoft fingers touch the spilling roseSicken noses smell the fetid airIts too late to turn,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dinali99/1087294/ My silhouette is being kind to mewhen I am freckled and tornAn outline of my outer wornWhen inside I am goneCause beautiful I cannot bewhen unruly thorns have sownThe dangers I would've knownbefore being weary to the boneIn the needed hour I'm gone The sudden wind has blownWith the ga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dinali99/1087285/ Strength been spread by your long extended armsMen smile in green pasture farmsJoy lights in down-trodden heartsafter the long fight with down-sky dartsWhen you crept from behind the cloudMy voice swept from behind out loudFarther, far, I couldn't hugRound rabble did only shrug- Dinali Jayasuriya&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dinali99/1086385/ An admiration http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dinali99/1086384/ To feel the stone and sod beneath my heelsthe mighty sun strike my facedeep enthralled in nature’s gracedrumstick leaves dance in wheels Instead to stay and stripe orange peelstalking to the dead wood of this staircase peering to the school notecasethese many weary bone ord.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dinali99/1086369/ A short-story about a child who had lost ..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dinali99/1073893/