http://slow.writerscafe.org/nikya The original writings of author nikya en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776245746 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I see the tall green tree’sFilling up all the empty places The wind ruffling through the leave’sGently moves the grass back and, forthIn the open fields As butterflies flutter there wings softlylanding on a flower As the birds making delightfulHumming.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nikya/887674/ Cut my heart into piecesSharer my life into bitsThis may be the end for you So take your last breath Live it like you mean it You may get over you fears So open your eyes an move on down to the next pageTo a hole new chapter   in your life  You got a ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nikya/806638/ The lost cowboy We fell in loveHe was my life joeYou were lostHe always had a soda He was a cowboyWe were always in the fields We were always in the fieldsFull of loveYou were a cowboyFrom the day of birth joeYou were always loved your sodaThen one day you were .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nikya/803358/ As you enter through the dark doors, down the lonely hall ways all you see in the number on the lockers and only a little spot with water on the floor, you take a second to look at it then move on to a crowd. But you notice the old lady walking alone her face looks happy with a smile but you see sad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nikya/800047/ Death shall not be pride it is sad and sorrow people raise their hands up high for memories of those we have lost. They were full of color and art. But their stories have ended but will forever be remembered. They are down in a book as a cowboy, down to the dust on there boots to the rising sun. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nikya/800035/ the pinecon fell downthe grass moved softlythe water dripped http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nikya/798084/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nikya/795262/