http://slow.writerscafe.org/susmitadas The original writings of author susmitadas en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776084823 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 O' the angel of dawn! Hold my handAnd as you rise, embrace my ailing heartTo shield it from the grave sightof the well-lit moon melting into dropsOf dew when the burning sun is bornIn the heart of the diseased skyThat loses the beads of twinkling starsAnd adornment on the forehead of n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susmitadas/1347005/ Let me delve deep in the chambers of your heartIn pursuit of the riches of your untarnished soulHidden deep beneath the crust of your ripe mindLet me touch you deep insideTo feel the warmth of mankindAmidst the chills of scabrous filth aroundLet me feel your sinful lipsWhere flows the stream of ferv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susmitadas/1274727/ I wish I could forever playwith tiny puppets made of clayIf my tiny fingers could touch every raythat lights up every bright summer dayA shop with adorable gowns on displayHow could I buy them all with no debts to repayI wish I could dance like a fairy and be gayIf I could make the memories not repl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susmitadas/1271753/ Rays of the morning sun begin to perishWhen the dusky evening arrives everydayLoneliness slowly crawls into my mindAs the dusk transforms into a dark nightAmidst the darkness, I find the bright moonlightWhich leaves my eyes and ailing heart mesmerizedFor once I feel, let this beautiful night pauseAs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susmitadas/1270631/ I was born with no clothes,No fear, inhibition or hatred,Under the shelter of an angel's arms,Where I felt the warmth of a mother's love,With wobbling legs, I touched the ground,I faltered, but the angel made me walk,But, myriad of fears besiege me now,With no one around to walk me through,'Life is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susmitadas/1270628/ A quiescent world is where I live in,A world where you have never been,A blissful land filled with peace,As free as my unshackled dreams,Here, silence is the language I speak,A language whose words never repeat,Hush, feel the warmth of my silence todayFor it would unveil a story that would pave the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susmitadas/1270168/ Reprieve was when my eyes beheld the clear moonlightAnd my dreams took a fearless and relentless flightTo the world free of shackles of boredom and lonelinessWhere time was not a raging bull, but somehow worthlessAnd I wished I were a bird, who could fly high in the skyMoreover, could breathe free a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susmitadas/1269702/ Rustling sound of leaves whispers in my earsAmidst the darkness of night and plenty of fearsWhen wind silently sways them in the airA serene breeze flows through my untangled hairMesmerizing touch of the whiff so lifelessEnthralls my mind with its comfort and peacefulnessBreezy lilt makes the distur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susmitadas/1269696/