![Fake Forest Wolves](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/2dfd8a8fd6b2a4c2d7b071cecebc8210.jpg) |
And after the late night bar,
in which everyone inclined to the same mind.
He gave us rifles and told us tales and stories
about wolves pr..
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![Mystical Tribe](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/032932c15232c2c8c527f2311606233a.jpg) |
…And they pulled me, dragged me,
to this cave that looked like a lion’s mouth,
and the road which they dragged me was his tongue.
I ..
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![Late Night in a Bar](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/cc053aa758cd777edfe43ea2c684047e.jpg) |
I will never forget that day,in which he made that toast , that said:No one is equal to us.He made it with a sprinkling taste of wine,that blurred all..
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![Old Song](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Pull me back in time, remind me of love, song.Danger ahead, I can't stop, sounds of stress, it makes my point.More and more voice, in the name of..
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![Night Walk in Paris](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/8a0284e84ceb79b092857e1f4b92e379.jpg) |
Light , night, maybe a drunk fight,focus eyes on the bigger surprise.Pardon , flashlights don't work,consider glasses perhaps.Long walks, no shadows, ..
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![Our Last Duet](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
The harmony we materialized is long gone,
the remains are hidden beneath the carpet.
Songs of daylight and love, were shared ,
and flowe..
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![War Painters](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/6be6cdf854432e7b04645c98dc23f083.jpg) |
The surface ground turned red,
horns of victory occupied the sky,
after a few hours -
the painters arrived.
In that day, the sun challenged the..
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![On The Attic](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/1e738cc23218e3bd4872ceb9124e232e.jpg) |
On the attic , when winds outside ,and storms threatened me,I found the box of jolly times.On the attic, I reminisced ,of times when the wind,was just..
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![Leaders & Flowers](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/76adfb6bbd6bb6f65cea5279279577e8.jpg) |
When flames spread, they leave nothing.
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![Clock on the Wall](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
The poem deals with something that is inner...unseen.
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