
Her colorful red sky conversations Were captivating to say the least Like shadows falling into crevices I fell into her spoken alluring words Unbeknownst they lacked...an exit Poet of the Light © 2020
Her colorful red sky conversations Were captivating to say the least Like shadows falling into crevices I fell into her spoken alluring words Unbeknownst they lacked...an exit Poet of the Light © 2020
A writer's journey continues
living life in conscious reality
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
stories about English language and people in Asian communities in America and in Asia.
Living is balancing good and bad.
Truly, Deeply & Fully Live
A place to share the things that I write
The One Where She Stumbled Through Her 40's and Faced Her Demons
Gothic Sims Webcomic
Artesana
I see it, I like it, I want it, I write it
suffering sappho!!!
Artist. Children's Book Illustrator. Visual Storyteller.
Exploring my Thoughts. Finding Myself. Searching for More.
I write to live and live to write.
Daily thoughts and prayer
Momente, Geschichten, Gedichte, Seelenkram, Bilder, Fotos, Musik
Sometimes “red sky” speaks as a warning. Great little poem with plenty to say.
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Yes, as a sailor’s time trusted bad omen. Thank you.
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Absolutely enchanting ❤❤❤
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Most kind of you to say.?
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It’s a pleasure always
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Wow ❤ gorgeous
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Thank you
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