another memory from the archives
curled up
on your side of the bed
nothing exposed
walls
so high I cannot scale
trenches
so deep I cannot cross
there is nothing to say
that hasn’t been said
and much left unanswered
it will be cold here
tomorrow
but not as cold as
tonight
something died
though long before I noticed
and I will be left alone
to bury it
in the morning
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
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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.
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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 
Deeply poignant, and very moving.
Thank you, John. That’s very kind.
he stole my words…
Thank you, too, Maureen.
Hey man. Where is yer stinkin’ book of POEMS?
I think I’m getting ready finally to seek your advice there, my friend.