She had Angels wings upon her back.. Her long auburn hair rolled down her long slender back. The tattoos Angel awoke secret dreams and nightmares. Her tattoos rolled down from soft neck to… Continue reading
Time waits for no-one… He was fond of her for many years. He was fond of the way she walked and he was fond of way she talked. She charmed him her sparkling… Continue reading
Teach hate or teach love? A Poem by Coyote Poetry My Afternoon thoughts. When we teach our children love and hate in the same conversation. Did we teach the children well? Hate and love… Continue reading