http://slow.writerscafe.org/Desert%20Thorn The original writings of author Desert Thorn en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776062887 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It was summer, or something like thatI sat in a carand drove to the filthiest part of a citythere, to the street of eldest tradeI slowed down hereand driving next to a sidewalkopened next seat windowI didn't think muchpicked up the onewith most clothes on herand pressed gas pedal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desert-Thorn/1010547/ Once in the land of clouds,now in the wastes of deep,once in light that enshrouds,now cursed forever to sleep.Favorite once I`ve been,hated now the most,to love than was keen,but cursed to wander lost.Once the fire was light,now it harbrings the pain,once cosidered as twiligh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desert-Thorn/794947/ Another day in dust, fallen leaves at feet,wind plays with silence, whisper of autumn greet,walking through crowdy place, yet feeling all alone,if only this empty feeling, could somehow just be gone,I try to shake it away, like snow of winter gloves,but wind smiles away, and right back at me it shov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desert-Thorn/794397/ There comes a time, when evereything feels all the same,when you lose will to talk, though there's no one to blame,when, if you had the power, you would set whole world aflame,when you have nothing inside...and that nothing is so hard to tame. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desert-Thorn/793944/ On the road again, air is so heavy tonight,on the road again, as every other night,on the road again, just trying to get away,on the road again...we’re lovers without a way. Only memories linger, else si long gone,memories and sweet sins, which we have to atone,sin of broken love, sin of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desert-Thorn/793941/ Wherever I go, whenever I go, I always end up in same place,not bright... not dark... just only without any embrace,a place of withered dreams, without pride or sweet disgrace,funny or sad, I always seem to get there without any trace.When I get there, there is a large miror, in wide vivid space,and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Desert-Thorn/793936/