http://slow.writerscafe.org/indawords29 The original writings of author Inda en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986568 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Lyrical Essay exploring themes such as loneliness and friendship. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indawords29/2022431/ This ache seems to belike Papa's White Elephants;valuable in a senseI've yet to understand.Busy body, tranquil mind,a joke I say!the fishing line'sgone astray.anotherwasted morning,anotherthrowaway. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indawords29/1985030/ My interpretation of absurdism. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indawords29/1973700/ The sunin it's absenceproved its true power.as lovers' passion witheredjust as the dandelionsby the mouth of the river http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indawords29/1970588/ I want to see a new Shakespeare play,"But he is dead."- You'll say.Therein lies the futility of being,the futility of words; although they go onoften further than man.Still, until when?Till they are lost or time ends?Never to be examined or refinedby the holder of the pen,-no beginning or end.As for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indawords29/1970586/ Waves arrive at the shoreTired of such   entanglement.Your enamored stare;   Like the moonStares at the sun. In your hair you retain   White sand and a sea flower.You adorn my sight  With a bright reflection... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indawords29/1939701/ at the rootof it,bare skintenderly splayedfor viewing pleasure,but do nottouch. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indawords29/1937218/ Given the fame,the flickering flame; vulnerableto the prevailing winds.the worries mount.if it does rainas is ordainedby the lady with the goat,that will tame the fire's roar. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indawords29/1934229/ Maybe if drinkingactually helped or if reading was more engrossing lately or money was within myreach. Or perhaps it is a lack on my part. The skill is best suited for proseas I have honed it for years now. 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