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Wildflower dreams A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be among the wildflowers. Free from life problems and trying to find the freedom we once held precious. Wildflowers dreams. She was pretty… Continue reading
Wildflower dreams A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be among the wildflowers. Free from life problems and trying to find the freedom we once held precious. Wildflowers dreams. She was pretty… Continue reading
Fable love I behold today the first warm day of Spring. I’m finding hope and energy in the new-born flowers and the new greenery of the forest. I have been swimming in the… Continue reading
Unforgettable A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful artwork create amazing words. Thank you Tumblr. yourtalana: William Oxer Unforgettable I found you waiting. Holding flowers of blue. I watched you pondering life and possibility.… Continue reading
Song of the dead and the song of the living. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A combination of memories and places Song of the dead and the song of the living.… Continue reading
Contained love A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we forget the people we held precious. We can lose them forever. Contained love She had a heart of gold once. She held patience… Continue reading
The color of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The color of love Dear lover. You made me come alive. The fire in you eyes make me wish to swim in… Continue reading
Beautiful journey. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wise person ensure they take the good road. Beautiful journey. A thousand roads to choose. We can ride into darkness without fear of the… Continue reading
Dreams, wishes and reality. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Looking back in time. We realize we had a good life. Dreams, wishes and reality. Best days in a life are simple and… Continue reading
Sweet pleasure and rare delight. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some memories become sweeter with time. Sweet pleasure and rare delights Sweet pleasure, rare delights. Some dreams should not be touched. They burn… Continue reading
The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns… Continue reading