Monthly Archive: October, 2020

Please tell me a story..

Please tell me a story…… Lovely lady watching the sun rising from the east. Her wandering mind is dancing upon yesterdays deeds and today possibilities. I asked her. Pretty woman, please wrap your… Continue reading

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The flow

Originally posted on purposelesske:
Heart,That same one that has been broken countless of times,Sometimes you feel like you may never get to fix it,And then it beats again,To a rhythm mimicking your pain,Mimicking…

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My Joan of Arc…

My Joan of Arc She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me . “I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face to… Continue reading

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Looking for my Agnes.

 Looking for my Agnes Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took J.… Continue reading

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Secrets of Savannah

Wonderful poetry by a talented writer. Rum and Robots Photograph by Joni in Savannah – Poem by Joni – This poem is dedicated to Katy at forresting my cloud for making me smile… Continue reading

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Blame not the kiss..

Blame not the kiss A Poem by Coyote PoetryLong Summer days bring hope and dreams of hope.                          Blame not the kiss The pen and paper cannot give justice to your beautiful face.Words cannot… Continue reading

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Throw me a line please,

 Throw me a line please , with the hook and sinker, and everything else. She was the wildest and most beautiful wild flowers in the  valley. She made the saddest man by the… Continue reading

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So long my kind friend..

So long my kind friend We never kissed and told. I loved you for a thousand days and I never told you once, my beautiful Gail. You were epic journey and I knew.… Continue reading

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Come foglie d’autunno 🍂

Beautiful artwork and amazing words shared by a talented writer.

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“A beautiful day to finally write your name” – Nayana Nair

Originally posted on it rains in my heart:
. On the broken lines of bold white,on the burning roads far away from homeI knelt downin the heap of my skirt made of fairy…

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