The coming storm…
The coming storm… Her lustful glances left me condemned to fall into the harmony of her smile. She was a rare desert flower that dazzled me with flattering words. She whispered to me… Continue reading
The coming storm… Her lustful glances left me condemned to fall into the harmony of her smile. She was a rare desert flower that dazzled me with flattering words. She whispered to me… Continue reading
Dreaming of Scotland… She was as pretty as a picture,fate had brought her to me at a dark tavern in Germany.Her raging brown eyes andauburn hair across gentle and soft shoulders.Her fragrance of… Continue reading
You are gone and I’m here. A Poem by Coyote Poetry No winner in war. Just shadows of people lost too soon. (A photo found unclaimed on Writer’s cafe. It was famous once. Don’t… Continue reading
I am jealous of the sea.. Was a beautiful Dust of the day coming and I watched you dance with the sea. I told the falling sun, the rising moon. I am jealous… Continue reading