We must be, like a river…
We must be, like a river… (“Bacchus wine are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier pleasure; Rich the pleasure, sweet the pleasure, sweet is the pleasure after pain.”—-John Dryden) I told the Pacific… Continue reading
We must be, like a river… (“Bacchus wine are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier pleasure; Rich the pleasure, sweet the pleasure, sweet is the pleasure after pain.”—-John Dryden) I told the Pacific… Continue reading
Can you catch a falling leaf? The days of October are here and I did the greatest sin. I returned to a place of magic trying to find the scent of yesterday. Time… Continue reading
Love is a careless child… Her skin whiter than Winter snow and her trembling lips of soft pink tempted the fearless man. His boldness lacked the confident of his youth. He had… Continue reading
A woman palms A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe hands of a woman. Teaches love and kindness. He who treat the woman with kindness. Can stand at God feet and know he had done well. … Continue reading