<?xml version="1.0" encoding="ISO-8859-1"?>
<rss version="2.0">
	<channel>
		<title>Leon | WritersCafe.org</title>
		<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/Leom</link>
		<description>The original writings of author Leon</description>
		<language>en-us</language>
		<copyright>Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org</copyright>
		<lastBuildDate>1776343694</lastBuildDate>
		<generator>WritersCafe.org RSS Generator</generator>
		<ttl>15</ttl>
		<item>
			<title>See, Love poem</title>
			<description>We see each other everyday,and everyday means a new goodbye.I'm so calm, in your presence.Your the drug, that keeps me going.Its like everything fades away,but your smile, your lips, your gentle touch.Even how you blush as I map your body.How will I ever be able to let you go,when everything about y..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leom/694076/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Shoutout</title>
			<description>All the corners, in printed with memories,the footprints I left behind me.So much left but even more found.How it was silent, which gave me peace,but all the noises that kept me going.All the stupid thing done, and the laughter afterwards.And even the trouble it got me into.The water, which surround..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leom/694061/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>An apple, Villanelle</title>
			<description>An apple growing, the falling from the tree,never before, been set in motion,floating away on the open sea.From always spreading glee,to leave without notion.An apple growing, then falling from &amp;nbsp;the tree.An apple meant for tea,the British holy potion,floating away on the open sea.An apple, whom..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leom/694047/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>I am</title>
			<description>I am from an old harbor town, the Poseidon statue and the playground in Haga.I am from those bright open rooms filled with cactuses.From the tree which tree top stood higher then then my third floor room.I am from Midsummer and tall relatives,from Ragnar and Gunnel.I am from a poor judgment of time ..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leom/693469/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Two, of you</title>
			<description>I know that there is only one of you,but I see two. There can't be two.There is no logical explanation why there would be two, of you.But as I know there is only one real you,which one is real,is it you,or you.I can tell you apart from each other,that much I can do. The details one has, the other on..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leom/693463/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Sestina</title>
			<description>why is this so hardits not like I don't understand how its suppose to be doneits just that I'm still at where I started, but the timehas gone by, and I just want to bein the place where I can dreamGosh I hope this wont follow me thereI guess I'll find out once I'm theremaybe it wont be as hardif I d..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leom/693448/</link>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>