http://slow.writerscafe.org/RedMoonWing The original writings of author ScarletButterfly en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776281896 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Just made this up and it kind of scares me that I could come up with this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedMoonWing/1198182/ I come forward to meet tomorrow,embracing the sunlight and the shadows.Looking to the skyand I will love it, if it is vast and untouched,endless blue,if wisps crisscross all around,or if looming clouds blot out the sun.I will listen to your heart thrumming within,hear the rhythm of your life pulsing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedMoonWing/1195647/ Waves crash,Glowing droplets splash towards the moonlight,Its pallid glowHaunting the sea.The ship carries men,With their treasures locked away,They only remember their woes,Only feel the sickness of heart.Longing deep within.Far away,Were their lives, all they knew, all they loved.They sang songs f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedMoonWing/1195631/ Alone in the world,trapped in ourselves,we have no way to knowwhat is on their minds.In no way can I seethrough their eyes.Their hearts tremble againstmine.Yet can I listen?Explain lovein words,you leave it to ruin.No secret of the human heartcan be .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedMoonWing/1194604/ Umbrellas.Hiding the faces of the passerby,thrust forward to face the driving rain.Soaked to the bone.The rain falls in sheets,it pelts all it falls upon,trickles between every crevice it can find,to soak entirely.Skies overheadfilled to bursting,sheer black,lit suddenly by the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedMoonWing/1194603/ In this time,Uncertainty strikes like a viper,Childhood is no more than an unclear haze,A time when I knew littleOf the world,The dangers it held, or the pain.I knew isolation,I knew solitude,The dear companions of my imagination.When I pretended to have imaginary.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedMoonWing/1194602/ Shadows converge,folding leaves into the earth.Fading sunlightcracks through the bare branches,burning a scarlet hole in the sky.The purple majesty of clouds loom,a violent storm hovering on the horizon.Bird silhouettes pierce the skythen all is still,stricken sil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RedMoonWing/1194597/