Black roses A Poem by Coyote PoetryEasy to be cold, hard to be kind. Black roses… Cynthia, eyes of stone… Continue reading
Just a dance in the clouds dear lover.. Once I knew wanderlust,I wanted to swim in the seven seas,I wanted to find sacred places in our world,I wanted to dance in the clouds with… Continue reading
Waiting for a miracle. Some mini-poetry. 1- Cheryl.. Few speak your name now. When the whiskey is good and I seek pretty faces in my lonely nights. I remember you. You were a… Continue reading