http://slow.writerscafe.org/NSevilla The original writings of author N.Sevilla en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776069073 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Spring is here http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSevilla/2885221/ The only everlasting thing is the march of time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSevilla/2879218/ About being too depressed to get out of bed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSevilla/2774930/ Falling in love at first sight one early morning http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSevilla/2774858/ A lost man who is in love with someone that doesn't exist http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSevilla/2774293/ About a girl I used to dream about http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSevilla/1884032/ During a Friday night showing of the school play, the director and two actors get trapped in an elevator. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSevilla/1460145/ Staying inside the house while Summer goes on outside http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSevilla/1415862/ About someone sending a goodnight text and later on, a good morning text and the person who stays awake to read them both. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSevilla/1406712/ Memorize this address, because it won't just be a one night stand. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSevilla/1377748/ A little poem I came up with. Meant to be read aloud. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSevilla/1361948/ When a doctor grieves... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSevilla/1338049/ Bring forth the Wind of Change,Whose visit we dread.Chilling our soothing fires,Leaving ashes in its stead. Through the woods we hear it sighing,The sweet breath from the North.We can’t stop it without fighting,We can only go forth.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSevilla/1337608/ About a husband at his wife's deathbed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSevilla/1334743/ About the Holocaust http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSevilla/1333753/ When you try to give advice to those younger http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSevilla/1332192/ My version of Beauty and the Beast http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSevilla/1309695/ How an act of kindness can change a life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSevilla/1307592/ When everything changes, it's nice to hold on to a bit of the past. 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quiltsWith our secrets stitched in,The colors fading in the winterLike the tree out front.  You’d come, Greet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSevilla/1254836/ To come from two different worlds that cannot be put together. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSevilla/1251320/ My response to "homosexuality breaks the laws of nature". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSevilla/1250692/ Sphidole: The connection you feel with a person you do not know that is not love but just as strong, if not, more so. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSevilla/1219795/ I do not know how to payfor every kiss you ever gave.I'll give you words, if that's okay,and sprinkle poems upon your grave. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSevilla/1204993/ A common person with dreams of become a poet in order to enter a certain cafe and get closer to a certain female poet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NSevilla/1204992/ About the beauty of a blank piece of paper. 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