http://slow.writerscafe.org/Aspere The original writings of author Aspere en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776088601 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What will you do when it knocks upon your inner gatesWhen it asks what you want What it is you lackWhen it wipes clean a dusty trace with a clothIn its reflection,you'll glimpse some fact sunk in stagnationWhat will you do when it covers the fortress of your mind with its shroudWhen it asks who.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aspere/2943291/ And when melancholy starts to seep deep into your bones, when the yearning for love digs into your flesh like a silent hunger, that's when you know - it has slipped away. And with it, a part of the world has vanished, the version of reality that only existed while it stood beside you.Don’t wee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aspere/2940420/ From the cliffs by the Narew,Golden horns stand watch,With their beauty and grandeur,Your streets they mark.Where the sky’s vast domeIs pierced by archangels’ wings of white,Where longing, sweet remembrance,Left its indelible trace.Where, thirsting, we pourGolden peace .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aspere/2939764/ Devoid of the Last Traces of CalmThe final remnants of peace slip away, The last quiet moments, now led astray. Sweat upon my neck, thoughts flood like streams,A torrent of twisted veins, my silent screams. The last of the last prophetic sighs, Hope of return beneath darker skies.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aspere/2939683/ A cigarette rests between my fingersI sit alone - the hush of night, the frost-lit lampsenfold me like a shroud of quiet grief.I gaze, hollow-eyed, at the ember's fading glow,a stubborn sparkshrinking with each breath I steal.Its warmth pulses, faint and fleeting,while smoke coils .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aspere/2939631/