The heartstrings…

 The heartstrings.. She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasseswith soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes.He knew she was playing him like… Continue reading →

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First words, last words…

First words, last words A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Words can have great power. False words can brake a heart forever. Word of true love can make us desire the moon and the stars. … Continue reading →

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My lovely Beatrice Marcella. My muse by the sea.

My lovely Beatrice Marcella. My muse by the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry               My lovely Beatrice Marcella. My muse by the sea… Beautiful California for us to behold. Enter a love for the ages… Continue reading →

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