http://slow.writerscafe.org/Julianna%20Marie The original writings of author Julianna Marie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775997142 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 sometimes, when the sun catches my attention for a moment, I forget about what's been said. the pure warmth and beauty caresses my soul and it's as if nothing was ever done to stir up the dead. when the heat wraps around my heart I know it's going to be alright, because we all make mistakes. we all .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Julianna-Marie/900330/ backwords poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Julianna-Marie/840275/ the luster within me is worn out, dull and covered with the ugly metallic smell of breaking down. the ground beneath me is tired of holding up this heavy frame and I slowly sink to lay my head down. the surface holds a cool touch but it's nothing compared to the wind above and my weary arms find res.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Julianna-Marie/840274/ there's a cool wind tonight as the sun sets early and the moon comes out of hiding because it never set, and never rose. the tiny snowflakes that fall from the iridescent sky land on my dark hair and illuminate it and light it up for the lover who awaits for me as long as I wait for him. 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