Silently her dress swayed as she walked away
Leaving me watching, longing to touch her one more time
Instead I would only have the memories of her silky skin
Perhaps I shouldn’t have told her about my girlfriend
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The Art of Prose and Poetry
self-publishing
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Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
Sharing is Learning
Author and poet
Random Stuff I Think You'll Like
Things I love, typically with people I love. Will likely be hiking, baking, and doing other things that make me happy.
Story world
SkEtChEs of my everyday life through tiny words, artworks, quotes, clips, and snapshots--- capturing a moment in time.
Never Short On Words 