she said
I get lost
in love
and I said
I get found
a difference
in expectations
and definitions
in a language
we both
are trying
to learn
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she said
I get lost
in love
and I said
I get found
a difference
in expectations
and definitions
in a language
we both
are trying
to learn
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
Fine Arts
Leggo, scrivo, penso, disegno e intanto cresco
Life, love and destiny.
4TheRecord is dedicated primarily to Ausmusic from all eras and most genres, we will explore the dynamics of the creative process, and reveal the great drama, lyricism, musicality, and emotion behind each classic song.
Fii schimbarea pe care vrei sa o vezi in lume!
Moments de vie, fragments de textes et quelques notes...
Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.
Unleashing the beauty of creativity
there's nothing like stories
quiet moments in nature
Art and Literature Beyond Borders
A bird's eye view of St. George, Utah
Keep on Reading
Chronicling an ever-changing city through faded and forgotten artifacts
I read, rant and write ;)
Sono una donna libera. Nel mio blog farete un viaggio lungo e profondo nei pensieri della mente del cuore e dell anima.
The Green Lizard Log
Leonard Durso 
What fun!
Thanks. It sure felt that way to me.
Succinct. Subtle. Lovely.
Thank you.
Lovely!
Thank you.
Very nicely done, L. What I admire about your poetry is a sense of durability or resilence–not as themes of the poem, but that the poems themselves seem to have a certain durability to the passing of things and changes in the weather, and are themselves resilient in the face of suffering and the world’s harshness. Does that make sense? I look at this latest poem, and I see the many different ways the last four lines can mean, and the easy but sturdy vertical flow of the poem which seems more like a strong stem or trunk for something that branches out in our minds and flowers. It’s always a strange and enjoyable experience. I am sure this poem will spend some time spreading out in my mind as I drive into work today, and long after I have stopped reading I’ll still be reading.
Jeff, I don’t know what to say. That’s really so kind of you to say. Thank you very much.
Precisely perfect!