http://slow.writerscafe.org/Suhd The original writings of author Suhd en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776036271 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Loving once again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Suhd/2099039/ I am a poetYet there's no poem That I can claim to be truly mineNot even this one, it's yours,They all are.They all are about youAbout your youth___how beautiful you areAbout your love___how you were left aloneAh, The thought!That people will always find youThat I will always find you in them__.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Suhd/2083257/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Suhd/2068441/ Red symbolizes love and passion so she was all dressed up in red when she came to meet him. He was in the attic playing piano, she knocked, but what could a silly knock mean to him. He was not civil anymore not even with his own self. She seemed sane from the outside but from the inside she wanted t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Suhd/2067695/ I'll wait for you in the wine-cellarMeet me there at midnight's tollWe'll drink beyond our narrow limitsTo say proper goodbyes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Suhd/2053750/ Remains of love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Suhd/2011244/ Music moaned with string quartet,We were sitting in the balcony, Everything was civil, the opera; our hearts, like all things dangerous tend to be civil at the beginnings, echoing with whispers weak, soon the pace was set, as if by the warmth .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Suhd/2004426/ Attic. Far from the madding crowd. Silence sedates sundries and all.A disgraced honeybee hovers overthe window box while the hummingbirds dance out of proportion, their shadows mocking them well on the walls inside.-music stirs from sleep-A mademoiselle, in bathrobe,is playing 'thy wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Suhd/1986844/ A woman was singing a melancholy song while bathing in the river, everything was coming toward its eerie end, that night all his children had made a circle round praying not for his life rather for their own, everything was heading toward uncontrolled chaos, what would they do without him, he manage.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Suhd/1963766/ Inspired from Robert Browning's Poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Suhd/1938938/ Cologne, the dulcet showershit the panoramic paneAs she stands behind the window under which I stood and sang.They're bewitchingly analogous,Ergo their names I switched,From now on April is her name http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Suhd/1914344/ The season of love and heartache http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Suhd/1901161/ Love's a cracker http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Suhd/1899127/ spectre of time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Suhd/1898243/ sea, shore http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Suhd/1898240/ Pain transforms people http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Suhd/1898237/ On a fine wintery morning http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Suhd/1898235/ Walls came racing toward meand the sea dashed in between 'emas the voice uncanny lazily entered the vacuum,'Would you dance with me mademoiselle?'  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Suhd/1898220/ I have switched their namesGave my darling the month's nameAnd gave the month my darling's nameShe is April now and it is Rosalene. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Suhd/1898213/ You’ll always be my flower I would never be your bee. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Suhd/1898208/