Painting pretty pictures.
Painting pretty pictures. Tonight I am drinking the Irish coffee and I am remembering better days. I am painting pretty pictures with my words, and I am trying to remember your face. I… Continue reading
Painting pretty pictures. Tonight I am drinking the Irish coffee and I am remembering better days. I am painting pretty pictures with my words, and I am trying to remember your face. I… Continue reading
Painting pretty pictures.. Tonight I am drinking the Irish coffee and I am remembering better days. I am painting pretty pictures with my words and I am trying to remember your face. I… Continue reading
Painting pretty pictures.. Tonight I am drinking the Irish coffee and I am remembering better days. I am painting pretty pictures with my words and I am trying to remember your face. I… Continue reading
A cradle hymn. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts upon a paper A cradle hymn… Hush little baby. Don’t you cry.Daddy going buy you a humming bird.If the bird. It don’t sing.Daddy… Continue reading
Painting pretty pictures.. Tonight I am drinking the Irish coffee and I am remembering better days. I am painting pretty pictures with my words and I am trying to remember your face. I… Continue reading