“Blinded. But not dead yet”
Blinded. But not dead yet. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem. Same dreams. Blinded. But not dead yet. (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel… Continue reading
Blinded. But not dead yet. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem. Same dreams. Blinded. But not dead yet. (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel… Continue reading
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Mother Earth sings her song. It is in the dirt, The wind, The water of the raging rivers And the peaceful ponds. The trees and the mountains.…
No regret A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good people bless us with their time and friendship. No regret She was a Iron Mountain, Michigan girl. Eyes of golden brown, long-legged and a… Continue reading