I gave my love to you, my sweet Beatrice… Was Monterey, was the sea near. It was the whiskey and sweet wine we drank dear Beatrice. We conspired to find new cities and… Continue reading
Where will this road lead us? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can be dead in the heart. Awoken with one sweet kiss. Where will this road lead us? Love has became a raging torment in… Continue reading
Grandparent, family. Sanctuary of love and kindness… Old friends have left me. Warm and safe houses are gone. Friendly and kind words are missed. Old faces with smiles and with always an open doors went… Continue reading