http://slow.writerscafe.org/ClaireLorraine The original writings of author Claire Lorraine en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015391 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Following yourimagination is like flying.As you clutch thefeathered wings of fancyGusts of windgrasp youAnd cause yourspirit to danceAs the lazy hazeof clouds drift byThe lightemanating from the sunReflecting prismsof rainbowsAnd you float withnothing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ClaireLorraine/1352244/ There is a graveyard insideof meBroken dreamsDevastated hopesMurdered loveReckless hate rampaging inmy soulShame has crowned himself masterContempt sits beside him onthe throneBitterness follows angerDisgust hankers afterdespairAll life is gonePall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ClaireLorraine/1352229/ BrokenBleedingSorrowKeeningIam left in winters brushBlanketedin dirtThornsbite my naked fleshThereis nothing leftOnlyregretKeepscompanyWiththe humiliationThathas kidnapped meThestains of tearsHaslong ago fadedJustas the st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ClaireLorraine/1310016/ Once you shined so brightI was blinded by your lightBut now darkness has fallenMy soul is stripped bareThe sepulcher of your memoryHaunts me still Away!Away from me spirit of the past!I beg to be free from your torment!That which I loved has broken me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ClaireLorraine/1309992/ Odeto FlowersI sing a song of love and admiration to the flowers of mygarden:Lovely Lilacs vibrant & tame, elegant & wistfulin one refrainRoyal Iris a stately lady regal & wise, she standsamid those that reign and risePure Gardenia untainted and true, she is i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ClaireLorraine/1299645/ A chill runs through mePiercing my veinsBlood frozen and heart beats vainColdness unfurled like sails on the seaWindswept in bitterness I hold against theeThou knowst what ye didYet the unrepentant shall not live.Against thee, thee alone doth the ice harden as stone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ClaireLorraine/1299554/ Forever, forever hearkens my soulTimeless pleasure in paradise unfurledInfinite UnknownEternal Beauty - yearning enthralled!Hollow alone this life ledHallow sacred love given and receivedBoth matured fruit and seedLonging, longing give to me! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ClaireLorraine/1299540/ Canst thouhear me when I call?Dost thourecognize thy fellow laborer’s fall?How andwhen shall records showRedemption’scome and all shall knowSalvation’sfuture in thine graspHeart’sentwined and now I gasp -  At last,at last will I kn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ClaireLorraine/1299537/ 10I awokefrom a strange dream. 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