Daily Archive: January 24, 2020

“The willow tree”

The willow trees Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can. The bright eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I come to… Continue reading

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The liar’s moon

Liar’s moon A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some new words.                       The liar’s moon The Coyote was quiet tonight, tranquil night allowed him to recede… Continue reading

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Tribe

Originally posted on Ethos Of Solitude:
I wish I was a tribe With the red skin That peel off every season To bloom flowers Which drank the stream water To sing like a…

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