http://slow.writerscafe.org/MHW The original writings of author Wade en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776410232 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I lie motionless under a veil of darkness. No moon nor stars. Until you i find          The sound of crickets envelopes me, disarming my thoughts Once this deep, i am lost You storm my gates .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MHW/788600/ Poverty in some form, always preceeds greatness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MHW/785839/