The seasons of love…
The seasons of love… Late August 1978. My Scotland Beauty and I were enjoying our last days and nights together. She was an auburn hair beauty who stole my heart in the Early… Continue reading
The seasons of love… Late August 1978. My Scotland Beauty and I were enjoying our last days and nights together. She was an auburn hair beauty who stole my heart in the Early… Continue reading
Five little poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. 1- WarThe war is over.The guns locked away.The soldiers are resting.Youth and eyes burned out by war.No-one won. 2- Miss youI’m missing… Continue reading