Please come to me on a summer day.
Please come to me on a summer day. The prettiest gal in Germany told me. Please come to me on a summer day. We can drink the summer wine, and we can dance… Continue reading
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I don’t remember how you looked.
I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your hair golden blond or maybe strawberry red? I try to describe you and each time I remember less. Sometimes I dream of… Continue reading
Will we open the door?
Two short poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I tried learning to write poems without being epic. 1- SaviorSweet blue eyes girl told me.“You ask for so little.We have so much to give… Continue reading