The kiss.. The old poet write by the sea, he scribble words about faces, places missed and gone. The radiant morning sun sun-kissed his face and he told the Pacific ocean. The poet’s… Continue reading
With open eyes.. I love the girl who can see beyond the lies. I love the girl who can watch the morning come alive. I love the girl who love books and adore… Continue reading
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Agata Samulska – Unsplash Roses I only pretend to smell the roseswhen I kiss their petals with lipschapped by twenty years of thirst. I never expected to…
Poesy A Poem by Coyote Poetry Thank you Dryden for your poetry. Gave me reason to write today. Poesy (For Dryden) True Poets dodge the fakeness of fame.They allow praise to fall… Continue reading
The dark light and the bright lights. The dark light and the bright lights. Two places we must journey and be observers, become vulnerable to life’s sin and opportunities. The daylights bring no… Continue reading