<?xml version="1.0" encoding="ISO-8859-1"?>
<rss version="2.0">
	<channel>
		<title>Peaches Rose | WritersCafe.org</title>
		<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/PeachesRose</link>
		<description>The original writings of author Peaches Rose</description>
		<language>en-us</language>
		<copyright>Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org</copyright>
		<lastBuildDate>1776338176</lastBuildDate>
		<generator>WritersCafe.org RSS Generator</generator>
		<ttl>15</ttl>
		<item>
			<title>dont care what people say</title>
			<description>okay, i'm not anything &quot;good&quot; today,&amp;nbsp;well not for you anywayi could not do what you thought would be good.well if it helps i dont want to.and so i have told you&amp;nbsp;in the simplest words i can findyou think i am rudei dont really care if you mind.because my heart lies with my dreamsi cant help..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeachesRose/1921214/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>the goatherd</title>
			<description>an old goatherd comes to the meadow everyday.he shows up at nine sharp every morning.tapping his stick and calling 'eh! eh! hoy! hoy!'he leads his goats to the meadow.they are ready to run astray as soon as they reach there.he calls again, tapping his stick, bringing them in a queue.they eat grass. ..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeachesRose/1921210/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>longing</title>
			<description>a lonely girl roams a long roadleading to the lone tower&amp;nbsp;in the grassland.she walks on the road&amp;nbsp;staring at the sky,&amp;nbsp;the trees, birds and streetlights.begging them to answerthe questions&amp;nbsp;who mercilessly stalk her.longing for respitefrom the chaos of the pastwhirling in her soul.sh..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeachesRose/1921204/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>God is talking to me</title>
			<description>When the setting sun bids goodbyeand the clouds dance in the skythe leaves cackle in the pink lightand the birds sing along as they fly byi feel God is talking to me.yes He is talking to me.when i sit alone, all by mein the dark no one can seefear gets tough and so realyet i hold on and believei fee..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeachesRose/1921199/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>piece of gold</title>
			<description>wrote this after my mother passed away looking at her ring.
in India women wear a red dot on their forehead. it is a form of makeup/ornament.</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeachesRose/1921195/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Take me away</title>
			<description>Take me awayto where I've&amp;nbsp;always livedHere, all i do is existtake me awaytake me away.take me awayto where i can be meno need to pretend and lieto the whole world to surviveto where i'd feelthat i belong herewhere i have always wanted to beTake me awayto where I've&amp;nbsp;always livedHere, all i ..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeachesRose/1921191/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Tears of Separation </title>
			<description>Dry your tearsis all i can saythose little pearls&amp;nbsp;trickling down awaysave emfor the coming dayswhen you'll missthe long yearsso quicklywho passed away.Dry your tearsis all i can sayor I'll weep toowatching you crymy sentimentswill too, break free.Dry your tearsis all i can sayto cry for the tim..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeachesRose/1921185/</link>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>