Lady of the lake ——————————————————————————————- We loved the weeping willows trees by the lake, we loved the month of July and August. Once I wanted death and my lady of the lake, whispered… Continue reading
Folly… Dead men don’t weep no more, stagnant life lead to deluded ending, Pretty things can hide the hidden truth, nothing gain-nothing lost. We can ascend and we can fall, the echoes of… Continue reading
A twisted lullaby, maybe? A Poem by Coyote PoetryJune poetry number eighteen. Came to me in my dream. A twisted lullaby. … Continue reading
Worthwhile and powerful poetry shared.
Amazing poetry shared by a talented writer.