The coming storm
The coming storm A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. The coming storm. Her lustful glances left me condemned to fall into the harmony of her smile.She was a rare desert flower… Continue reading
The coming storm A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. The coming storm. Her lustful glances left me condemned to fall into the harmony of her smile.She was a rare desert flower… Continue reading
I hope I make it till the Spring. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem. I learn I wasn’t important. I learn to be kind to friends and family. Silence is better… Continue reading