http://slow.writerscafe.org/Milleniumgirlie The original writings of author Victoria Chang en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021674 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 His eyes of midnight bluewiden in surprise as the sky changed its huehe saw the sun rise Oh beautiful starreflecting on the seasSapphires they arecontrasting emerald trees Sphere of flamewhe you say good nightMoon, the dameShows up in sight http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Milleniumgirlie/582432/ My own personal Utopia.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Milleniumgirlie/494694/ A Spanish sailor sets out to the spice island. He talks about his experiences. His homecoming is a very joyful event. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Milleniumgirlie/494682/ There are many things that are written around us, all we have to do is open our eyes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Milleniumgirlie/416241/ In the middle of Marchhe knelt to the groundA burst of emotions coming from his mouth I love you, he saidthen held out a ringIsn't it romanticwhen you heart starts to sing? I said yes, of coursewhat else could I sayAlthough my mind said noMy heart had its way http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Milleniumgirlie/386135/ At the back of the fieldA montser standsIt frightens childrenBut not with harsh hands This old willowused to be tallit used to be beautiful like the village hall But now it standsa rotting old thingbut- wait a moment I heard a ting I have let my imaginati.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Milleniumgirlie/363762/  A love story unfoldsin this lovely pastureA couple embracingin such poignant rapture They met herein this beautiful placenow a lonely meadowwithout a smiling face Like a roseIt's thorns do prickIt's like their lovesaid parents, sick Oh how wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Milleniumgirlie/363757/ By the side of the wallthere it liessomething not-so-talldon't notice the size A peice of paperexpertly flies infrom the tray of the printer a chair starts to spin Watching the bucket like objectmade of plastic, dark greenathough it's not perfectfrom afar it's cle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Milleniumgirlie/363055/ A mop of brown hair he has seen,Through wide grey eyes, never so keen'Who could have missed it' declares heDraco pushed on so stubbornly,'Hermione Granger please, do preen'   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Milleniumgirlie/363045/