She smiled and she whispered. The paradox of life is fair. You will lose more than you shall win. You will out-live the people you loved and one day. You will add-up your… Continue reading
Blinded. But not dead yet… (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel to be able to see the light. Now I see chances to do… Continue reading
Silence A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of silence. Some good and some bad. Silence.. Old wise saying was “Silence is golden”. I don’t know if the words are true? Tonight old… Continue reading