http://slow.writerscafe.org/insolitude The original writings of author Devesh en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776076137 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Theylook at us with the eyes of thosewho donot know a thorn from a rose.A thornpricks and the rose pleases,beautyafter all, never really ceases.That’swhat they think,theones who never look, just a little further,justbeyond the nook.We lendthem a glance,andcannot help but smil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insolitude/1366584/   The black sky worea garland of lilies.That’s all I remember of the day.That’s all I want to remember. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insolitude/1359186/ Fading shadows lighted the wayas I walked through the woodsand saw the leaves swaylike I never could.No pain could weigh them down,though the leaves were brownon the verge of leavinga wreath they were heavingfrom the earth from which the great tree rose,the gate had always been ope.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insolitude/1351781/  Pristine and pure,untouched yet broken. 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sangthe song of a life leaving,destined to go onand leave behind the grieving.A lament lovely and sweetechoed through the wood, as the sun beat retreatto where the light woul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insolitude/1343009/ I used to sit there,beside the fireplace,watch her dance around,in her frock of pretty lace.The warmth of her presencewas warmer than the fire,being with her,I just couldn't tireof her lovely smile.But now it's been a while,It's been a whilesince she sat in my lap,like she used to,back when she love.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insolitude/1342874/ Cradled in her arms,sleeps an innocent soul.As white as a dove,he has known only love.His face rests uponthe shoulder of his mother.His gentle breathing like the windblows into her hair,they scatter all of a suddenno worries, no care.But in this chaos she findsthe peace that she craves, and the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insolitude/1341022/ Inspired by the Roy Clarke ballad 'We Can't Build a Fire in the Rain' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insolitude/1337691/ Look past your shoulder,there's a memory you forgot to keep.As you grow older,things you'll bury, a little too deep.Sometimes you'll smile,sometimes you'll weep.Sometimes you'll wake,sometimes you'll sleep.Just remember,don't ever forget.It's the good things in lifethat are hard to get.Reach, just r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insolitude/1326217/ Death has a wayof reminding us what truly matters.The sun always sets on the dayas the darkness scattersthrough the night,there's no lightnothing to do but lookat pictures of you.I'm reminded of your face,etched in my memory.It has already begun to fadeWill I remember you?Only time will tell.For it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insolitude/1325466/ What if I should wakebefore I fall asleep?Would I see the light?Or fall a little too deep?Fade into the sky?Or swim across the sea?Just let everything go?To be, just be.I see your star shineamidst all the 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face, lines that holdthe workings of fate wretched.Are we the darkness betweentwo brightly burning flames?Or just puny pawnsin destiny's childish games?The wonderless wonderof dreams torn asunder?or just another lifethat forever went under?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insolitude/1318305/ On a cold winter day, or was it the dark night?I walked on my way, no end was in sight.Tired, limp, numb, the smile just a token,stopped for the night, yet another promise broken.I lay on my beatiful bed, awaiting sleep's gentle whistle,dreamt of a garden of weed;sage, rosem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insolitude/1317697/ Float across the blueof the sky to the trueworld of the rain,a song and a train.Swim across the deep,you're not mine to keep,Walk the last milewe'll meet in a while. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insolitude/1317308/ Words away yet worlds away,runs through nowhere a two-waystreet, where souls meet and love complete.Strange strangers walk that street,silent 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you still run and hide.Search the night and the moon that shines as bright as gloom.The light that lights your life, where pain and fear is rife,was not yours, but the sun's,the journey has just begun. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insolitude/1317301/ The vast canvas of fate stretches far and wide; the brushes lie in wait& silently their time bide, as the strokesof the brush draw a new season,they paint your life with many a new reason.As the flowers of the spring beneath the heart bloom and wash away the painand the gloom; the summ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insolitude/1317298/ Walking down the dreary street,the dark seemed to speak.Whispers echoed through the night,'twas the lover of the light.As he hurried through the lane,casting a shadow in his wake, a chill overtook the whitewith it the heart's might."Go" cried the tender heart,"Return to me my guide.""Alas", spo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insolitude/1317296/ Black as death the gloomy sky, a gentle 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