It is too late , my friend.
It is too late, my friend? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Accepting the world as is. We are to blame also. Is it too late my friend? I have stood by good… Continue reading
It is too late, my friend? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Accepting the world as is. We are to blame also. Is it too late my friend? I have stood by good… Continue reading
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Guest Post by Maik Herrmann . . … She was the prettiest dream The one I thought I could believe in The way she used to look at…
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Efua: ferryman of the nether i heard your laughter when the owls befriend ebon of night i have seen shadows on rainy days trudging your path with fettered chains…
Originally posted on Qualityreview:
we are lost here, where pints of blood are maps showing distance between parallel skulls alternating their bodies in metronomes, of songs flowing in famine and falling from the…
Blood and the wine. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life teaches us many things. Sometime we must fight for the good things in our life. Blood and the wine. Most of us… Continue reading
Dance with me A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Thank you Tumblr-Milo Moiré Beautiful girl She danced a circle dance for the moon and the stars. Her hair flowed freely in the… Continue reading
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Please read the amazing poetry of a talented writer.
Sweet surrender A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must allow old wounds to heal and open new doors. … Continue reading
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by Lydia Maria Child Over the river, and through the wood, To grandfather’s house we go; The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh Through the white and…