http://slow.writerscafe.org/DarkMist The original writings of author Elizabeth en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775975421 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I wanna bea sturdy, gnarled sycamore tree Rooted, embedded in a single spotUnchanging, as the seasons pass byUnflinching, as the branches sprawl into the skyUnaffected as the birds sing their charming soliloquyI wanna be The cold, icy wind over the seaDrifting listlessly, ove.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarkMist/2925906/ I sometimes like to imagine that I was deadJust to wonder if anyone would truly careWill my father finally say that he was proud of me?Will my mother hold my cold lifeless body and weep?All the neighbours and relatives would gather around and sigh,"Oh, she died so young, it's truly a shame.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarkMist/2890010/ You're the sunset that drenched me in orange The hues that bloomed my monochrome bluesLavenders, violets, springtimes,a bud, so delicate amidst the thorns, ephemeral like all pretty things in their prime July slipped away, bringing the August rainsGrey skies, cool winds murmur secrets .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DarkMist/2863341/ After a long, drawn out battleAtlas was condemned to hold up the heavensThe weight of the entire world restedOn his shoulders for eternity. 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