We were young once..
We were young once.. “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.” Wordsworth “Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no… Continue reading
We were young once.. “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.” Wordsworth “Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no… Continue reading
The boardwalk… The dancing Lake Huron surround us, you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder, studying the lake. I tell you, I love the simple days when we can feel the… Continue reading
Time A Poem by Christina May Shanaberg For Christina May Shanaberg A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some poetry from a great Writer’s Cafe writer who had left us. Please touch her name and read her… Continue reading
Blessed be the lovers.. Sweet bliss of the sweet kiss. Kind lovers rejoice in the tender touch of skin to soft skin.Where lovers roam into wild and dangerous places. Fugitives for the revisits… Continue reading
Just a few quotes… 1- Enjoy your life and tried not to damage or waste too much on the road of living. 2- I love you can be spoken with the eyes. Words… Continue reading