As pretty as a perfect painting…
As pretty as a perfect painting… She told me. You make me feel beautiful and wanted and I told her. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, he, who can see laughing… Continue reading
As pretty as a perfect painting… She told me. You make me feel beautiful and wanted and I told her. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, he, who can see laughing… Continue reading
Slow dance…. Good Jazz, the good drink and drowning in the old memories. My old love dancing alone to the saddest Jazz and I told my whiskey. Pretty lady, I remember us. I… Continue reading
Five little poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. 1- WarThe war is over.The guns locked away.The soldiers are resting.Youth and eyes burned out by war.No-one won. 2- Miss youI’m missing… Continue reading
The rising sun, the falling moon… Prettiest lady, I ever seen, she danced with the Lake Superior waves. She loved to drink and clatter when the Bacchus wine was good. Hand in hand,… Continue reading