The coming storm..
The coming storm. Her lustful glances left me condemned to fall into the harmony of her smile. She was a rare desert flower that dazzled me with flattering words. She whispered to me… Continue reading
The coming storm. Her lustful glances left me condemned to fall into the harmony of her smile. She was a rare desert flower that dazzled me with flattering words. She whispered to me… Continue reading
The sweetest things A Poem by Coyote Poetry The simple things my friends make life worthwhile. The sweetest things… I have saw so many beautiful places and I have walked on places of… Continue reading
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. I remember you. The summer days were long.The… Continue reading
Better to know some kind of feeling my Poet friend than to die with whiskey and alone. Old Poet smiled. Brought the beauty near. Kissed her lips and told her. The liar prayer… Continue reading