http://slow.writerscafe.org/mmasupahnova The original writings of author Bhuyanshi Talukdar en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775978418 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 iWhen I was young,you were the first season I knew �"the mist over morning fields,the hush before sparrows begin,a cup of tea steaming beside the window,the warmth that filled the housebefore sunlight reached the hedgerows.iiAs I grew older,life began to scatter like lea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmasupahnova/2964059/ Paris, my adored ParisI never knew love until I dived into you In you, I found my soft base The safe place where I bared my soul.To explore my femininityTo express my admiration for lifeTo freely love you with no trepidation...From confusion to clarity From imposition to connecti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmasupahnova/2938240/ I walked across the park, Feeling the grass under my feet The sun warm on my skin, The sky so blue and neat...The breeze blew gently on my face, Smelling the roses and daisy fresh As I sat on the bench, I felt a new sense of peace...The birds sang around me, As I took in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmasupahnova/2927431/ Turned to a golden brownbefore falling from the cold and bare frown.The dying air grew dark and gray,the scent of woodsmoke sinks red disk.Blades shed their dullshed,the length of nights swells and dwells.The best cooking stage of Turkey,On the Thanksgiving Day.A hot cup of gratitude.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmasupahnova/2925674/ Like the wax of melted candles, I've learned and grown up so much,I've let go of things and have gained more insight,all my experiences, molding me to be who I am now.Yeah, it's my birthday today No need for fuss or fanfare,I find joy when I'm on my own.I may not have a room fill.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmasupahnova/2909937/ A sweet refrain of crickets Echoes the sultry morn. 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