http://slow.writerscafe.org/PeacefulPieces The original writings of author PeacefulPieces en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779774865 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My grandmother passed on a skill, but more than that, she passed down her love... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeacefulPieces/1884279/ A mind void of emotions... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeacefulPieces/1884275/ Contemplating love as rain slowly falls... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeacefulPieces/1884273/ I walk on eggshells ev'ry night while ev'ry day is filled with fright. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeacefulPieces/1884271/ Grandma's kitchen is not the place it used to be... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeacefulPieces/1884270/ I die before an altar all alone and become the stench of ashen coals. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeacefulPieces/1884269/ What roses say when sent from a lover so far away... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeacefulPieces/1884263/ So much to think about and do on the Eve before Christmas morn... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeacefulPieces/1884258/ My heart bleeds blackened death for love, and will forever bleed alone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeacefulPieces/1884254/ Have you ever noticed a candle's flame? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeacefulPieces/1884252/ A powerful storm, and it's beautiful aftermath... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeacefulPieces/1884250/ While colors abound, my love is profound... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeacefulPieces/1884245/ Autumn brings with it the memories of a secret past... And the love that bloomed from it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeacefulPieces/1884193/ My beach... My heaven... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeacefulPieces/1884192/ How can we love when we're both swimming in a raging sea of insecurity? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeacefulPieces/1884190/ My sonnetized version of the classic tale of Romeo & Juliet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeacefulPieces/1884188/ Imagine knowing that this is yours... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeacefulPieces/1884187/ Who's footsteps do I hear at night? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeacefulPieces/1884185/ A daddy's eyes, and love, passed down... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeacefulPieces/1884183/ Sometimes rain doesn't fall from the sky... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeacefulPieces/1884179/ We're diff'rent now, I feel, but can't see why... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeacefulPieces/1884177/ The transformation from summer to winter, often called Fall, fascinates and enthralls... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeacefulPieces/1884172/ Sometimes gray is necessary to make the colors seem even brighter... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PeacefulPieces/1884170/