The songs of the seasons
The songs of the seasons Warm days, cold nights. Create an restless passion. I can hear the whisper of the wind on a solitary hill. Old Mother Nature is calling for aid. The… Continue reading
The songs of the seasons Warm days, cold nights. Create an restless passion. I can hear the whisper of the wind on a solitary hill. Old Mother Nature is calling for aid. The… Continue reading
Rear-end of a so-call love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime little is better than none. Rear-end of a so-call love. She poured the tequila. Told me I’m the only one. I whispered.… Continue reading