http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kaleidoscoping The original writings of author Angela Devlin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775239331 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There's passion in these twisted strands of me.I'll burn like fire,then again as ice.Oh, but I won't creep up, nor fade quietly away.There's passion in me.My soul enthralled with care.To hate, is it not to care?Still I love with no fearThere's this passion in me.To evoke..I'm an explorerof beautiful.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaleidoscoping/1661081/ I love my gift of rocks, little samples of earth bonded together to form a perfect pocket-sized marvel. How is it, though, that I can search and search, you barely glance,yet you always find the beautiful ones? But maybe that's how it's supposed to be- maybe they are the best, the most beautiful.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaleidoscoping/1660914/ A Bright CloudIn an ocean of sky.I followed,As night crept upon it. I watchedAs darkness covered All but its outline.It fades,only from these eyes.Still my bright cloud.Darkness fade. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaleidoscoping/1660910/ A beautiful catastrophe Has happened...I cannot understand, Yet Someone must.Some unusual mixup.With my soul.Or - this soul that resides within me.Or perhaps -Part of a plan,And with it Every detail, every moment,Carefully considered by a transcending love.Known for an .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaleidoscoping/1660909/ I heard it. Just a breath, but with it carried pain. It did try to hide itself. But in that moment, before there was any time to negotiate -with fear, or apprehension, or self consciousness- her pain became fragile. So fragile ~ it could be picked up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaleidoscoping/1660906/