http://slow.writerscafe.org/priscilasousa The original writings of author Priscila Sousa en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010939 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Yellow apples make love with red apples: the oranges are born.The night ran away like shooting stars that escape from home. Some random line set the last summer sky on fire.And the mountains yelled but no one heard; now they suffer, in silence.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/priscilasousa/1829068/ Fog ghost was cryingbecause he wanted to see.His eyes are frozen(and his tears are ice crytals)but his mind is warmlike a shooting star.His hair is a big and soft white cloud.Fog ghost is constantly sadand constantly crying.In the human worldthe dew we see in the fresh morning,is his melted tears.He.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/priscilasousa/1564216/ This is a poem that a cute old lady that I didn't know gave me on the bus when I was going home from school. I was sleeping and when I woke up I saw her looking at me and then she gave me a paper http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/priscilasousa/1562145/