http://slow.writerscafe.org/RachelJane1 The original writings of author Rachel Jane en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776091071 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I’ve been witness to the sacrifice of the poor drop Of rain. It immolated its fragile body over the green surface of a leaf Molecule by molecule. Its pain was screamed by the echo of every thunder Again and again. There were bells in the air announcing its death Clattering sadly a mourning tin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJane1/1198032/ He gave birth to the fire itselfTo burn in thousands of flames,Over her lipsWhile the atmosphere between their mouths Was boiling the atoms exchanging the passionBetween their souls.Heaven and hell were melting among their sightsCreating a new type of Nirvana from the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJane1/1152717/ My smile lies right there, Where it has always been:Painted on my lips. But this time, the flavor it wearsIs a sour one. It lost its sweetness the moment hope started to slowly dieIt lies right there, numb,Just like a cheap perfume Over the fancy clothes of a diva.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJane1/1114854/ A little bit of this A little bit of that A small glimpse of I don’t know, No matter what. A fragile “maybe”, Near the so well know “perhaps”, Some shy belief In the shine of the dark. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJane1/1109256/ Is there a chance for the wind to speak louder So I can understand the wordsPainted over some dry leaves?Is there a chance for the snow to melt fasterSo I can see the first green blade of grassDrawn over the earth’s surface?I want the spring to unveil with its sunny.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJane1/1103869/ You have the power of playing withthoughtsYou manage to raise them inside my soul,One by oneAnd so,I start to miss you.And from that moment on,I swear,There is nothing I’d rather doThan please my mind with you.The chess that you play with armies of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJane1/1100978/ I can feel your painFrom miles awayIt has a strong, powerful resonance.Your soul is like a guitar bodyHolding inside the sound of sadnessAnd it vibrates every time your thoughts Bring back those old damned wordsAnd it hurts.I can feel your pain by only taking a lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJane1/1099268/ I can see everything. And others can also reflect in myglow. But from time to time this is not enough. I don’t understand how peoplecan be so shallow sometimes. They use to fight over so many stupid things. Lookat this beautiful girl how she leans toward her lover. Her eyes are sendi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJane1/1098988/ That market that has been there for yearsRevealed in me strange imagesA place where my steps have never touched the cubic A town where my eyes have never reached the cloudsYet so close to my soul’s memoryA foolish thought of “I have been”The “d&eac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJane1/1097794/      I want to drop everything out of my soul. I want to takeaway the pain, throw out of the window my scars and sweep those pieces of soulthat have been taken away by a shallow wind who was never supposed to reach it,and who would have never been able to reach if I wou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJane1/1097621/         I’ve allowed my footsteps to lead me…and they did…in thesame place. I’ve had a huge need to find you there, in the exact place whereI’ve left your memory: on the green old bench, a little bit burned by so manysummers, seco.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJane1/1097620/ I was like clay in your hands.My material felt your knowledge,You taught my senses to behave,You worked on every movement of my cellsAnd I obeyed.Now this masterpiece of yours is ripe,Now it can taste your experience And enrich it with a drop of her imagination.  Now it can kiss your soul with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RachelJane1/1097617/