Some midnight words.

Five lines poem of less

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Epic writer, attempting new places.

She told me, please be kind to me.

Beautiful Sheena had a kind heart, a true heart.

She whispered please drink of me,

make me feel, I am the only one.

I taught her, pretty words can be pretty lies.

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The blushing rose, is sun-kissed by the sun.

When the shade of love make us believe,

we are adored and beckon us to be fearless and brave.

Do we show real face, lull in the breathe of love without caution?

Shall we be a thief or lovers, the poet asked the raising sun?

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I loved the weeping willow,

her faithful heart made her believe,

love would save her.

Love did teach her.

The sweetest kiss turn to the taste of vinegar.

Dancing Coyote