Originally posted on marcellocomitini:
Tadeusz Styka, Nudo, 1889-1954 a C. S. In una vasta notte come questadistesa sulla città lontana dove lei dormetutta raccolta nei petali rosa del suo corpoho chiuso le palpebre…
Originally posted on The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱:
It is not only the living who are killed in war. –Isaac Asimov (1920 – 1992) War is cruelty, and none can make it gentle. –Gilbert…
Amazing photos and poetry shared.
My prayer are also with Ukraine. A needed poem.
wickedlittlesins(Thank you Tumblr for the photo) Little sin… Your flowing black hair flowing in the gentle breezes making me wish to have you home nude and free. You are my little sin in… Continue reading
I didn’t know A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life can be unknown ending and mystery I didn’t know… My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised… Continue reading
Blindfolded and weightless… I watched your tone and beautiful legs move on the dance floor. Legs that make a man beg for mercy before he had sins. Your short skirt showed silky and… Continue reading
Quiet echos and secluded places A Poem by Coyote Poetry We will hold many penances for things done and missed. Quiet echos and secluded places… The coffee shop poet told the young listener.Great… Continue reading
Let’s remember us… ———————————————————————————————————- Love forgotten, love dead, who was wrong? Who was right? Once we had long nights, once we made the mornings last till late afternoon. Did I forget my… Continue reading
The Lake Huron song… Closed wounds can bleed again, no healing for true love lost. You and I, we were Summer wine and Lake Huron late night swim. You were the prettiest girl… Continue reading
