My due reward… Once the kindest girl in Michigan told me. Please don’t die. You love your damn wars, maybe if you loved me more, you would leave the damn Army and stay… Continue reading
The word, Love is. Just another four letter word… She was so tire of the useless words spoken to her. Now she sought the wild sea, now she wanted to meditate in the… Continue reading
The wisp/ the kiss, the memory- Jest of love A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Third and last chapter. The wisp/ the kiss, the memory-… Continue reading