Dead flowers.
Dead flowers. Once we tried to catch the wind. We loved the California fault line and the Pacific. She loved the black velvet whiskey and I loved her. I always brought her live… Continue reading
Dead flowers. Once we tried to catch the wind. We loved the California fault line and the Pacific. She loved the black velvet whiskey and I loved her. I always brought her live… Continue reading
Roses are red and violets are blue. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Listening to old and very good music tonight. Roses are red and violets are blue.Roses are red. Violets are blue… Continue reading