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Lovers in Paris…

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Lovers in Paris…

Lovers in Paris.. She whispered to me, “O my love, O my love. Make me feel alive. I plucked a rose for us today and I told the red rose. Where had my… Continue reading

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You are in Paris and I’m here…

You are in Paris and I’m here A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe cannot forget love.                         You are in Paris and I’m here… I hurt myself again today and I allowed you into my… Continue reading

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The city of lights- You wanted Paris and I wanted you…

You wanted Paris and I wanted you. “Night conversation” Best talks are when the moon is out and time in not be counted. She wanted Paris and I wanted her.- Chapter one…. Her… Continue reading

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You are in Paris and I’m here…

You are in Paris and I’m here A Poem by Coyote PoetryI need a year in the city of lights.                         You are in Paris and I’m here… I hurt myself again today and… Continue reading

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The city of lights or anywhere…

 The city of lights or anywhere. (I am tire of being locked-in. I need a vacation to anywhere.) We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his… Continue reading

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You are in Paris and I’m here…

You are in Paris and I’m here   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and thoughts.                         You are in Paris and I’m here I hurt myself again today and I allowed you… Continue reading

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Lara Fabian and a poem for love

Je t’aime- I love you     You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and heart. Today  I remembered you. Dark brown… Continue reading

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The city of lights or anywhere.

   The city of lights or anywhere. We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his whiskey. I love Paris. Kind Paris hide the secrets well. Lover’s… Continue reading

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The city of lights or anywhere

The city of lights or anywhere. We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his whiskey. I love Paris, kind Paris hide the secrets well. Lover’s danced… Continue reading

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