http://slow.writerscafe.org/shaunmosley33 The original writings of author ShaunMosley en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013089 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 How I long to hear Her sweet bell ringing,And see Her pointed crown held high once moreHer outstretched arms desperately clinging, To the disparaged souls upon Her shore.Keep safe, Her flame, that which burns, eternalHer fiery emblem of promised peaceShielding Her orphans with love maternalHer endur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaunmosley33/1881727/ Haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaunmosley33/1869584/ I hope you enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaunmosley33/1869445/ The opening to a project http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaunmosley33/1867193/ As 2016 enters its final act and prepares to close the curtains on another year, I am reminded as I sit with my family, wrapped in the warmth of the holiday season, of the brevity and finality of this life as the words of William Shakespeare echo throughout the auditorium of my mind...All the w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaunmosley33/1867190/ Stay Golden My FriendsDespite the ever expandingcalamity of disgraced racesmaligned by Webster's lack of imagination Is not my brow as salty as yoursFor I have toiled in the same dirtsweating... since the beginning When fire first sparked andjagged edge stones first rolledScattered wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaunmosley33/1867185/ Screaming from the inside, Shouting vehemently to the masses Refusing to succumb to the vile indifference Of venomous souls spiraling aimlessly towards oblivionIntertwined with my own,  What Good am I amidst these foes,These enemies of compassionThat seek to dest.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shaunmosley33/1792830/ I usually awaken first, while the room is still darkand the audacious sun's light hasn't yet disturbed our peaceful nest.And though she is unaware, I bask in the tranquility of the momentand softly look at her; 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