The crazy one Beautiful lady can make me laugh when she dances to her own song. She is my crazy one. My wildflower who knows open roads and can make the sad… Continue reading
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(I hope I make it till the Spring. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem. Suicide of two brothers taught me. I learn I wasn’t important. I learn to be kind to… Continue reading
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On this bleak, mild morning in March Under the ceiling of grey clouds Heavy under the weight of its rain Is a man. ? The umbrella of cherry…
Write on me The California Summer nights are here and you are with me my lover. I told the night stars, thank you for the sacred mornings awaking with you near and… Continue reading