![The earths fault](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
This rainy, humid aired day
The peaceful flood, the healing spring
The earth and its soil cries out for a drink a sip of the cooling air, the re..
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![SOS](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Come help the friend
Your truest friend, the keeper of all we used to be
Now you see, the gold rusted key
The key to the old door, the door t..
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![Peace river](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
About a day i spent with a friend of mine and his girlfriend, they took me to their secret place in the woods kids in the town go to get stoned. This ..
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![Cries from the courtyard](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
In this house, the halls
These deep halls, cool trapped air flows through
A fort, a protected place
Sheilding me from despetive voices
Hiding..
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![The experience](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
A beautiful story
A wonderful face, all lost in translation
Like a westerner in a grand temple of the east
Looking, searching for some dieing, ..
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![Unknown Friendly](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Unknown friendly
Can you find me a warm burrow to hide
On my side, to the right you are never
So clever, clever little girl, young friend
The en..
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![Growing pains](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
The story we wish to convey
Tell to our children, once they come of age
The story of our lives, our chaos
Our baggage, our fun
No words, no w..
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![Age old](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Time is a cruel tourture
Decaying all that is bright
Rotting all that symbolizes
Eroding only the purest memories
Look now, to the old shamo..
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![Jester girl](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
A thousand mysteries, a thousand tales
Could be found in your eyes dear friend
Like deep coridors of uncertainty
Like deep channels
Fresh wate..
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![Invasion theory](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Sneaking on the road
Creeping through the bog
Hiding in the fog
The rebel's, they all charge
Deep in the black forest, their one true home
A ..
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