http://slow.writerscafe.org/Lyana The original writings of author Lyana en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776217706 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When smile will die,Memories will shy And if life will say why, You will cry.  The dawn and the dusk,Are the things to missAnd it will be a riskTo miss and then fix.  Stars shines but wants time, And on only will of mine Nothing could never dream to be fine,&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyana/2766747/ A night he did might it bright Scratched the ways of truthInspite of the ultimate sightOf creature who lost and live in the night He filled the truth he nailed the goodInside dwell a world in him Brighten once again he didWhat was might lost to detect by the being Her mother's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyana/2150257/ On the road side I have seen some one with a deep sight The eyes were seems to be in sorrow and the hands unreachable as they were narrowAnd the face rain drops calling I thought beauty was falling Suddenly the drops got down Where no one to put them on the crownI thought to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyana/2150256/ The memorable day... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyana/2150255/ People can never fall weak except when they try by their ownself to do so ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyana/2113296/ Nothing can change our will to the destiny may be dreams could change .and the dreams are not always destiny . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyana/2040211/ In the honour of her friendship http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyana/2028077/                  On the waves ; some grace was appearing in the sky ... sun light was disappearing ,moon was waiting to come and sand  was shinning ...so boldly...sound was there [composed by none of being]'produce when water strikes each g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyana/2024280/ With drawn from everything that gathered the charm Surmise that it was a mistake i did with soul arms except of doing that  didn't found any other chance       The dreams of the fear         and the fear of the dreams   &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyana/2020246/   Mid in the night something was bright to see it what matters was sight  Slowly gradually uphold on the hopesand bond so strong with the worthiest drops walls of the lies far away flies And lay on the shoulder whose power can bear.... damocles hurdles started.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyana/2020245/ Life composed of dwellers        some lively dead some on long bed rest glimpse scenes are of no mean if there isn't purity from the mean and happiness remains always greenwhose shadow lie to the life's extreme Deep feelings always narrates the power.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyana/2019791/ Reliable smile and joyful some while    spend a journey with supreme style;More than the fear is truth to bear    always so nice and heart kept must be dear Sweet smile from hidden sight   everyone will believe you without any trial Hopes are your po.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyana/2019786/ The roof of wisdom is near the loop of criticism no more mine feartime have to manage:it is rarestruggles and plans are coming to bear So sooner so quicker i have to choose dare and have to state;it was mine last tear       IN my history might  be every thing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyana/2018690/ There was a time when i was littleloved to play life like a whistlemine life not for me but for the others was criticalmine tears and dazzling were all lovingmine feathers were every where crawlingwas happy but never thought happiness was disappearingmine childishness made my mom dad garden thrillin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyana/2012898/