Bashing the drums into a cacophony of percussion
Evoking primal emotions from the audience
Augmenting the movements of the partygoers
Till all their bodies pulsed together as one to the…
Bashing the drums into a cacophony of percussion
Evoking primal emotions from the audience
Augmenting the movements of the partygoers
Till all their bodies pulsed together as one to the…
Now as the sunlight faded, her primal emotions rose up within
Instincts kicked in, sending her towards home
Going as fast as she could while the nocturnal awoke around her
Hoots and howls, coupled with leaves rustling from passing animals
To think, this wasn’t a forest but Brooklyn
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.