http://slow.writerscafe.org/ertwahler The original writings of author Alice en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776027247 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Like a glass, shattered. The tears of accidents,Are the tears of knowing:Things can not always be put back together,They can not always be mended. These are the tears for irreparable pieces.  The electricity stopped-His mind stopped.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ertwahler/785966/ A gift lost, given with the greatestintentions,She no longer loves like she used to. Kisses are commonplace,When they meet,Face to face,What else is there to do?-The expected. She no longer drinks love,Its lust she is after.Lust that burns .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ertwahler/785965/ The earth spins, within and without.It moves, breathes, organic.When it does shrug,And give a jolt to the surface, (that we so greedily purchase,and claim as our own),we all go up in arms.Is it that we don’t understand-Can’t comprehend-That our ear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ertwahler/707268/ To know that now is special,But not to see it, Feel it-A terrible reaction,The kind sun’s, dreadful burn.And to know that you are living your dream,Experiencing the world, with open eyes,Open mind, open heart.Then to feel so separate-From all of which you ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ertwahler/707267/ Life is good when it tastes like lemon ice, sea salt, and suntan lotion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ertwahler/707264/ The crumbling of an empire.What was once a solid foundation, I now find crumbling beneathmy feet.I know that I was strong. Hold on to the pride, the feeling.Let this pass, this time, this crumbling. 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