The sweet red wine.
The sweet red wine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the best days in a life. Days are long. Love is possible. The sweet red wine. It was early fall. The sweet… Continue reading
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Cherry wine. And a beautiful Hope Winter song.
Cherry wine… Once my life was better. I had yearly family reunions, kind voices to give me strength and I could accomplish anything. I didn’t know. Life is ever-changing. Today my folly, today… Continue reading
The cherry wine and a beautiful Hope Winter song.
The cherry wine. Once my life was better. I had yearly family reunions, kind voices to give me strength and I could accomplish anything. I didn’t know. Life is ever-changing.Today my folly, today… Continue reading
Sweet red wine…
It was early fall. The sweet new wines of Germany came out.They are cheap and tasty.It was a beautiful late summer day.The youth of the city of Boeblingen surrounded the lake drinking the… Continue reading
Sweet red wine..
Sweet red wine.. It was early fall. The sweet new wines of Germany came out.They are cheap and tasty.It was a beautiful late summer day.The youth of the city of Boeblingen surrounded the… Continue reading
Sweet red wine..
Sweet red wine.. The sweet new wines of Germany came out.They are cheap and tasty.It was a beautiful late summer day.The youth of the city of Boeblingen surrounded the lake drinking the wine… Continue reading
I want to see you again.
I want to see you again… The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories of fearless lovers.I wandered the beaches of Monterey.I looked at faces. Chasing ghosts of old lovers and sweet kisses.Longing… Continue reading
Sweet red wine…
Sweet red wine… It was early fall and the sweet new wines of Germany came out. They are cheap and tasty and It was a beautiful late summer day. The youth of the… Continue reading
The sweet red wine.. Almost a love story.
The sweet red wine It was early fall. The sweet new wines of Germany came out.They are cheap and tasty.It was a beautiful late summer day.The youth of the city of Boeblingen surrounded… Continue reading
Spin the bottle..
Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry The game of youth get used without our permission with old age.” Spin the bottle.. Old man sat alone.Told me. “Damn if you do. Damn if you don’t. Life is… Continue reading