http://slow.writerscafe.org/matrixmirror101 The original writings of author matrix101 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776066034 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15                So beautiful she stands in the distant horizon, My heart begins to weaken, my knees unsteady, isthis a dream for surreal it is,I look around frantically, as I cry out aloud “my Lord please let this be”, fordre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matrixmirror101/1581493/ Darkness upon Darkness,the Night has fallen,Surrounded by beauty,On a Cold Winters Night.The Moon gives light,as I walk through the woods,Surrounded by beauty as my eyes are in awe.Mountain ash trees & weltered bark,a picturesque lake not far away,a Blue stone wall with Iron gates,Lay memories f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matrixmirror101/1556842/  Tall trees stand beautiful, embraced by nature, in a blessed and fertile land.From the heat of summer and fallen leaves, stand nakedduring winter.The joy of spring and humming bees is but beauty what is seen.So deep their roots, our eyes saw not, for they will alsoyearn. The year .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matrixmirror101/1473126/ This poem contains Sexual & Explicit Language http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matrixmirror101/1471305/  It was not love atfirst sight, for handsome he was not, nor he was wealthy, tall or strong. But words he recitedwere eloquent and soft, like the whisper of Satan when he plans his plot.“Alas”…..You judged mysilence to be the absence of love, as you were foo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matrixmirror101/1469364/ Shestares out into the distant horizon,  Looking left, lookingright, the day so bright, covering her eyes  from the Suns strong light. She seeks shade by a tree not far awayprotecting her from the Suns intense rays.  The coolness of the shade sends her deep int.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matrixmirror101/1468335/ As I race through the fields on thisglorious spring day, a gentle breeze passes that brings coolness to myface.Green grass so tall, my feet I cannot see, rejoicing from the awe of the beauty that I see.Ahead of my eyes a tall green hill, asI once remembered my childhood dreams, I r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/matrixmirror101/1467925/