http://slow.writerscafe.org/MAlexandrova The original writings of author Marina Alexandrova en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776043728 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The world already knows that you are mine. Time and time again you've come and gone. Time and space have no great role to playMy tears are now as routine as the tide.Your soul's weight is in mine like a rock.To seperate the two is to take air from water.Like twining currents that noone else can see,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MAlexandrova/1644593/ It hurts So much To feelSo rawThe world Was fine Sans toi;Before. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MAlexandrova/1559125/ I think of you  On soft Sunday nightsListening to nocturnes in the sad evening light.I think of you At the first sight of springWhen the bluebells appear and the little birds sing.You are the warmth of the crackling fireAnd the smell of oldchurchesWhere I can a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MAlexandrova/1552493/ What if beauty is not something you're born with But something that is learnt Through breathing in oceans Drifting through desertsWalking on moons and stars If not in the real world Then in the one inside the soul Perhaps the most important world of all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MAlexandrova/1538461/ It was spring, or maybe autumn.There was a little white hat,And a big, safe, worn brown jacket. Big Friend and Little Friend were standing hand in hand,Looking out onto the world. Soft hand in weathered hand, what were they thinking about? No one quite knew.But t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MAlexandrova/1506579/