Tattoos…
Tattoos… The pretty lady had many tattoos on her skin and she allowed few to see them. I told her. I own four tattoos and each one with a story. I believe if… Continue reading
Tattoos… The pretty lady had many tattoos on her skin and she allowed few to see them. I told her. I own four tattoos and each one with a story. I believe if… Continue reading
I wish… I wish I was the morning sun, be able to sun-kiss your skin. I wish I was the Summer rain, be able to caress your face, your shoulders. I wish I… Continue reading
Wild child A Poem by Coyote Poetry Thank you dear Alexia Evellyn for the song. Please listen to her songs. A free spirit, She teaches us. We can be more than what we are.”
The Germany spring was here and I watched you run into the wildflowers on the hill near the city. I remember you enchanted me and I told the sun. Thank you for the… Continue reading
Ghost and shadows- part three… She laughed at his words. Am I your great love still? He told her. Love can be fleeting, love can careless, love can be holy. When we are… Continue reading