Journey (revision)
the world extends its frozen branches to you adorned with the decadence of greedy, icy-jeweled, cruel hearts your wandering self shivers you hold out a lonely hand to feel something but the frigid…
the world extends its frozen branches to you adorned with the decadence of greedy, icy-jeweled, cruel hearts your wandering self shivers you hold out a lonely hand to feel something but the frigid…
(Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts upon life.) Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors The solemn days leave us with faces of ghosts, demons… Continue reading
At midnight I called her at Midnight hour and I told her. Dear Jenny, I remember you and I remember us. I love you still and forget me not. Jenny is crying… Continue reading
Only one king of Song, Elvis
If I could, I would. First words and last words, we cannot forget. If I could, I would go back in time, spend more time with dear grandmother. She called me honey,… Continue reading