http://slow.writerscafe.org/moogdrika The original writings of author moog-drika en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054756 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Death finally embraces morning.Sunshine disperses along with the murk.Moving towards silver lining while trading- Love for loneliness, Life for loss, Smile for suffocation,Hope for havoc, AndSanity for suicide. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moogdrika/2907896/ Another careless piece http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moogdrika/2857761/ These days, I'm seeing a lot of people use AI tools to craft their poetry. It's kinda sad. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moogdrika/2856798/ My kind of proposal. Looking for a good title. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moogdrika/2840695/ feels incomplete. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moogdrika/2837377/ Because it's a revamp of a piece I penned 15 years back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moogdrika/2826430/ Still having writer's block. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moogdrika/2823747/ After a looooooong time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moogdrika/2765738/ Not a poem but a status. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moogdrika/2758278/ Twilight weighs lighter than daylight,dreams to be fairer than a groaning nightof minty outlooks.Painting itself with sober colors,         it leaves a brighter attitudetriggering blue to exhale red,         making the energy harlequin,  &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moogdrika/2461831/ Cyclone turns rosyas halo drowns in ardent serenity.Both the doubt and mettle bargainfor making a change.Renewal happens; a dash.Serenity drowns in haloas it savors classy cyclone.Situation cycles and laughs. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moogdrika/2333486/ another careless write. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moogdrika/2313737/ Please don't hate me! 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And not sure about the title as well. 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