http://slow.writerscafe.org/armadillo The original writings of author armadillo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776190338 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Autumn’s summer Sorrow’s miston field and mindknow he is growing older. Walked the wayto here and nowbut softly wearing thinner. You could neverdo a thing for thiscortex of confusion. He touched the earth,sought her outand lonely walked.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armadillo/473112/ Destinata cantanta Destinata cantanta,it does not matterif words make sensewe make them upas we go. Destinata cantanta,ice sparkling in the atom,it does not matterif dreams catch firewe burn them throughas we go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armadillo/472551/ I play with words.Sometimes I win. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armadillo/472548/ Prayer Gently we the songof the prayer of life,to behold the stars of eternity,shield-bearers to infinity.Gently we who livein summer’s breeze,whistling flame of heart.Gently we, the heartof the eyes of eternity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armadillo/472547/ After the storm Silence of nightin the silence of gunsbullets spenton the silence of soldiers,lives flew outafter the silence of prayer,candles unlitamidst silenceof an empty fieldafter the storm. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armadillo/472546/ a mancan't slitthis side of the dealdoesn't want to eatwhilst  self-deceptions ambrosiachurns http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armadillo/472308/ thunderstorms of childhoodlightening ripple of Godrain over tears and life wasdreaming http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armadillo/392681/ Never dancegreen wet his feetin summer's morning fields. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armadillo/392680/ drowning eyesfire of stars insanity your guidesoftly plays staccato nestled in oak,Puckawaitsyour dream. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armadillo/391027/ Stitched in her seams,seeds, daisies, orange leaves. Age embracesthe harshest storm. Still she lovesscent of grass. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armadillo/391026/ Blessed industrialist,holy merchant,plunge the drills deeper,bleed her black. The good timesare round the corner. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armadillo/390951/ A case of the jittersexplodedcausing mayhem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armadillo/390947/ Traveller in my own city,this life demands it,weary bonesstill do dream. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armadillo/390945/ White tidewashes insilver sunlight memory. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armadillo/390944/ Motes of lightfloating stillthrough slant ofevening sun capturealways calmly waiting http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armadillo/390938/