Wildflowers…
Wildflowers…. Me and you, we found the holy ground of nature, in the field of the wildflowers, we swam in the beauty of her grace. She blessed us with her caress. I told… Continue reading
Wildflowers…. Me and you, we found the holy ground of nature, in the field of the wildflowers, we swam in the beauty of her grace. She blessed us with her caress. I told… Continue reading
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No silêncio, a sombra é lua no papel amarelado toco suas rugas com a ponta dos dedos pele, sal, terra sou labirinto dentro da palavra In silence, the shadow…
The Pacific ocean A Poem by Coyote PoetryPoem eleven for April, the poetry month. … Continue reading
In Monterey A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe can try to escape. Sooner or later the memory will catch up with us. In Monterey… I called you to tell you I was all right… Continue reading
Big Surf a-dreaming… A un-mark road with a small sign will lead you to a hidden beach on Highway 2. A small path will lead you to paradise, a beach not safe for swimming.… Continue reading