http://slow.writerscafe.org/MrBlack202 The original writings of author MrBlack202 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775312720 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Each Hour in Our LifeI am hurt,not by the life I lived,but by each moment of life.I sought solidarity in the hive,where I wore the prisoner’s stripesbusy, while business was donein black and yellow.Like the others, my sight was blinded,turning always toward the light.I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBlack202/3127859/ I thought of you,and my mind kept returning to your name.Your voice still echoes softly in my heart.Missing you feels like waitingfor the sun and moon to touch the same sky.I watch you from a distancegraceful, majestic,beautiful in every step.And quietly,I hope to find a plac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBlack202/3123172/ Step by step, steps are taken. 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