The fragrance of time…
The fragrance of time… We cannot stop time. Youth run away from us so quickly. We must have a Gypsy soul. We must know wonder-lust, we must kiss many pretty ladies and we… Continue reading
The fragrance of time… We cannot stop time. Youth run away from us so quickly. We must have a Gypsy soul. We must know wonder-lust, we must kiss many pretty ladies and we… Continue reading
In your eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can feel like kings or paupers when a woman bless you with love and kindness. In your eyes… In your eyes.I’m everything,the sun and… Continue reading
My Ojibwa Grandmother chant A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. I tried to be like her. Children must know freedom and not be afraid of life. My… Continue reading