http://slow.writerscafe.org/Angelseyes The original writings of author Jola en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776053774 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Wind brought the memorythe strands of white cloudson the great meadow landwhere memorieswellspringflowing from the mountains highto the bottomdeep heartthrough the maze of reveriesilence and sadnesssqueezing in the eyessalty dropslike beadspospinane faithocean feelingsto bank worriesreceived bargeho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/826678/ I do not want to be sad my old age,or similar to the illness of the soul,where companion - loneliness cruel,All emotions can drown.I would not be in the clutches of indifference,elevation but constant.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/810673/ ... I have dreams and I know I'll never meet .... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/708467/ Autumn on tiptoe walking through the park ... And Away all their treasures in podarku ... He handed us bouquets colorful leaves ...And sorrow turns into laughing thoughts ... Autumn dreams come today with the wind ...Fall with the leaves gently into the hearts ... .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/605080/ My little meditating... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/585225/ Collaboration of Jola S. and Mark Teague http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/509299/ PrayerAt the cemetery stands a monumentBeautiful and haughtyThis monument to the soldier,Who died on a warHis eyes are full of hopeTurned to the skyAt his feet lay flowersWhite-redNext to the tomb sits on a benchOld woman and wipes tearsPrays for the soul of the deceasedSon and soldierModlitwaNa cme.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/506194/ "Let us love people now they leave us so fast the shoes remain empty and the phone rings..."/ks.Jan Twardowski http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/491932/ a joint writing project of Jola S and Mark Teague http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/471617/ " ...a joint writing project-- concept and original poem by Jola S...; English interpretation by Mark Teague" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/468319/ " ...a joint writing project-- concept and original poem by Jola S...; English interpretation by Mark Teague" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/464548/ " ...a joint writing project-- concept and original poem by Jola S...; English interpretation by Mark Teague" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/463107/ "I am dedicating this poem for my friend Mark for the help what he shown me" " ...a joint writing project-- concept and original poem by Jola S...; English interpretation by Mark Teague" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/460101/ Poem with the inscription for Poeticpiers... " ...a joint writing project-- concept and original poem by Jola S...; English interpretation by Mark Teague" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/456176/ Don't say anything, true love doesn't look for a big words Look and touch of your hand male is for enough meTo I can read what comes from your heart. Joined us deliberately fate and gave uslaw tosate the heavenly joy luck. Don't say anything, I know everything I don't wish to hide from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/455243/ When you see the tears in her eyes ... ... don't ask me ... why ... ... I will lie you ... ... but you should beside her ... ... hug ... ... and both silent ... ... for Her silence is a drug ... ... when you see Her sad eyes ... ... you willn't know the reason of this grief ... ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/455240/ Rose is crying, not otherwise crying like the other flowers Rose is crying early in the morning Rose petals are drowning in tearsTears swim to the open hands when the day opens at daybreak rustling trees, sky yawns awake birds scream Rose is crying, not otherwise crying dew drops.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/455235/ "For my every rael friends" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/452977/  Under closed eyelids concealed behind the curtain of dreamsyou are immersing yourself into the next dreamwhere is happening whatever you want... and if tomorrow will comeand you will open your eyeswhat the life can surprise to you how you will fill empty spaces how you will.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/452908/   FearI am afraid... Inner fearHe replaced my ego. He held sway in me, He is stretching with elbows until the heart. - It aches The body is crying but is submissive and silent. In some day...I will shut myself away in blue, I will become the nothingness Maybe I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/450949/   TearWhich is tear?BitterSaltyor lonely? I am cuddling in the rain of tears... Which is a road to travellingstraighttwistedor tears wet her?Which are a days?colourfulor perhaps grey?Whitch is a love?simplelifelong or maybe sie isn't... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/450626/   To be with you, just here, I will become the wind, I will lull you to the sleep, I will be a dew dropwhich will awaken you at dawn, I will be a fire which will light your live... I will be everything what you want, Tree, meadow, flower, I can be for you, All y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/450343/   I don't know what I will do when I meet you, oh God, I don't know what I will do, I don't know, will I whether expectorate it from myself?I don't know, will I whether tell you it. I don't know what I will do when I meet you,Oh God, will I whether dare?To whisperfor you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/450337/  Moon, come today to meYou are wandering on world from agesAnd make me up a bed and system from rays Let this shine will sweep out sorrows from herLet hang shining starlets Let rain isn't raining today With enchanted fleeting moment arrange fairy-tale dreams for me Wrap me i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/449558/ Is one place between it was, and will be. Where joy of the colour of the sky, where tenderness is velvet like moss, where love is saturated with the smell of resin is falling with golden drops to naked bodies, he is filling them up with the fire and he is unbuttoning on golden high heels lik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/449531/   This sound, the music, this place and these people... - everything the same like a few years ago.. Supposedly the same, because however somebody is missing... Memories are returning, thoughts are escaping somewhere far, where shouldn't. I am sitting amongst the tumult, I am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/449260/ Before a few years ago was a factory where was producting eddy bears. Each of them was different, but everyone the same lovely and cuddly. Small children loved these teddy bears, parents bought them for them to the birthday, the name day and the Star. Every child should olove a little.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/449221/ you are coming...when I can't already hear your footsteps you are leaning over me and you are kissing my forehead, then you are sitting down by the bed and you are holding gently my hand, you are stroking her whispering endearments when... I want to tell you: I love you... I am wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/449215/ The warm kiss sent by the life, slowly flowed on your cheek. Dreams, are wiping with oneself, you was weaving in hair.The mouth made friends with the dynamic smile, and sun faithfully it attracted to hands.Under overalls of the skin the white light calmed the soul. The .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/449210/ When one is in love there are no boundaries am still missing my love every second of every minute and am whispering the name of my beloved With thoughts we are chasing searching for ourselves and thoughts somewhere in the sky perhaps we are meeting them in the cordial hug kissing with windy kiss. Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/448823/ ... taken hold into frames of your hands giving the central heating and the meaning of the being I think and you are pulsing in my temple... I am waiting in token of the consent let look to your side let think the same what you finally get to know my soul give to the anergy in order can live.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/448821/    For Nothingnesses so that you get to know a sweet taste of love so that you never embrace me solitudes so that you never know my name so that you never pull me to the shadow. Give me the moment of the life short so that I sail to feel by boat, let loves the sea will engul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/448820/ To the Angel of the Reason don't watch the closeness this way on me my Anielas of the Reason. Don't be scandalized by my thought. Don't take to task. Don't embrace me with one's Strong shoulder. I don't want it. I am not already suffering. However don't take dreams. Don't be afraid. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/448818/ Closeness you stood up beside so close, that world had whirled... everything fled. You touched the hand gently... furtively?You enslaved with look... with case? You left hot breath on the temple... accidentally? I closed my eyes. They pierced sweet shivers. Are you walking away? Stay, I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/448816/   I am afraid of the dark, of velvet black of the night, because there sadness is lurking; I am afraid of a death, merciless, because can take somebody close away from me; I am afraid of a fire, water and the wind, because they can destroy everything what I have;I am afraid of pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/448814/ You descended from stars in the August night you became involved in my dream dream in reality you aroused dormant desires I was afraid to subject to the summons I defended my independence and the freedom I escaped from love into the unknown you turned me back to the life you removed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/448768/ At one time a person which didn't have a friend, families, and any prospects.She was middle-aged, had the secondary education. She lived with day. And every day could be for her last. But this person was never upset. At least in the street behind her a variuos things was being whispered:.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/448758/ It is hard to clasp someone's hand, and cannot not for her stop. It is hard to arouse someone's emotion and to give them back to you. It is hard to be a nobody for itself in order everyone to feel for of neighbours. It is hard to be so as other and amongst other, and to be different. It is h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/448458/  I have.... is flying you, such a Body alone, as other, gifted Shoulders for the work, Heart retained for love. But I gave everything back to you. That's true, that I was needed for you. I gave everything to you, but heavily it was, you. It is hard to give its body, when it liked to surrender i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/448453/  I will come to you of some evening with your first dream...I will bring the posy of dream-s with myself and everyI will turn into dream...I will take you into such bizarre world, where the dream is a life...And the life is a dream...I will wipe the more previous life out from my memo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/448180/  Say nothing, true love isn't searching for big words your look and the touch of the male hand will be enough for me can read out what is swimming from your heart.Not an accidental fate joined us letting us savour the heavenly delight of happiness. Say nothing, I everything I know I don't.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/448162/ ... when waking up the deepest crumb is dying for the soul how it is being silent to scream in longing for the slightest trace of breath as it is to wake up with blind man in the faded rainbow of anger is like it not feeling inflicted hastily wounds to head searching for the dawn as it is to forget .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/448108/ Don't ask world about prescriptions which will cure the entire mankind of cities to ask than ask with whisper in order to oneself the one smiled whatever he is supposed to pass he will pass and what he is supposed to hurt to blood will hurt..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/448093/ :( http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/448080/ If I was an Angel... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/448073/ MY ANGEL IT MY OF SOULS ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/448070/ MY PRAYER ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angelseyes/448066/