http://slow.writerscafe.org/ayoub The original writings of author Arsalan... en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015404 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Swamp Swampis the time to dealSwampis the promise of the billSwampis what demolishes you in the inside Swampis a deoxygenated reside Swampis a polluted gameSwampis a disguised painSwampis an illusive fearSwampis a pointless tearSwampis a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ayoub/507586/  Encounter   A ray of light landed on the ground;I saw two footprints on the sands of desert.Where did it come from?Only two footprints were to be seen.Maybe foot landed on the ground by accident. Suddenly the footprints started to go on.Brightness was creeping.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ayoub/477825/    The rain of light That from the network of endless vestibule was falling down On the tile of the wall, it was washing a flower.The black snake of the stem of this flowerWas alive in a malleable and delicate dance.You said that the burning ink of this danceW.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ayoub/465833/ “A Green Sail” I saw a poet accosting “you”, to the lily blossom I saw a book, its vocabulary natured from crystal.A paper I saw, natured from spring.A footwear distant from greenery,A hospital distant from water.Beside a hopeless youngster,  &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ayoub/458754/ Ding…, ding…The dizzy watch of time at the night of age Contemporary rings the bell.And become depicted on the wall, The veins of my sense.My moment is filled with joy Or it is polluted with the verdigris of a pain   Maybe since this moment must pass,Tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ayoub/453654/ “Life, the experience of a hand that picks up, Life, the dimension of a tree in the eye of an insect,Life, experience of a bat in darkness,Life, sirens of a train that turns in the sleep of a bridge Life, seeing a field through the barred window of a plane The news of the rocket trav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ayoub/453371/    If you are coming toward me I’m behind  nothingness,   There is a place behind nothingness  Behind nothingness;The veins of air is full of harbingers, Which bring news: Of the opened flower from the most distant shrub in loam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ayoub/426131/   The animal charm  I feel unsteady and tide over  Just like a lost life in the air I don’t mind about the earth Because I’ve got bigger issues in here  Because I’m a human being or a monkey who is an idiotJust like you who is a fool.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ayoub/385955/   From the moan through your cry I reached out the seclusion of rain In your eyesI saw an aura being exposed to rain  Your eyes are of the same color    Through a window in the nostalgia of a sunset and rain Like me,Still overwhelmed of an .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ayoub/345907/  Words from a lunatic II In the middle of my seventeenth I was drastically influenced by the charming characteristic of my next door neighbor who was nearly an old man. He had son who was in fact a year older than me and that was the only way I would get information about his father... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ayoub/328383/