Reaching down for a nice hefty stone
Old cloud gray in color, it was smooth and rounded
Caressing it fondly, he rejoined the mob
Knowing he was without sin, he threw first
Reaching down for a nice hefty stone
Old cloud gray in color, it was smooth and rounded
Caressing it fondly, he rejoined the mob
Knowing he was without sin, he threw first
Meandering through the tall grass
Enjoying the soft sunlight trickling from the cloud speckled sky
All while admiring the punches of flowery color
Dotting the serene landscape
Overhead hawks played among the updrafts
Winding down a perfect day
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Slip sliding along the sidewalk
Noting each cloud I exhale
Overcast skies drop huge flakes on my tongue
Winter has decided to play with me
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The Art of Prose and Poetry
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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.