Sugar and spice… You lifted your eyes for me. Your eyes dancing with joy and filled with wilderness. I whispered to you. Dear love. Do you want to hear a lullaby? You gave me a dangerous smile and …
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Sugar and spice… You lifted your eyes for me. Your eyes dancing with joy and filled with wilderness. I whispered to you. Dear love. Do you want to hear a lullaby? You gave me a dangerous smile and …
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I called your name…Beautiful lady is weeping for me. I departed for unknown destination and I didn’t know. First tears will take us to weight-filled memories and places amidst lonely descende…
Kiss me… She had waited a thousand days for him. War and confusion had made their love wait. They shared a 100 letters. Each letter adding to a bond that could not be broken. She dreamed ab…
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Go forward…I told the young woman with tears in her eyes. Somedays are lonely and we can be scared. We believe we walk alone. Sometime we need to stop our life and renew our dreams. Life is never e…
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Words for you, my love Illusion.. Some photos are poetry. Beautiful photos and beautiful artwork.They are poetry for the eyes.I saw you resting alone, simple photo with great beauty.The illusion of…
We will learn to accept less and forget who we were.. Mother Winter was here. I have driven 2500 miles to come home to Detroit. I came home for many reasons. I needed the kindness of my family near…
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My greatest regret was you———————Loved and lost..Dear Lizzy, my beautiful Liz.Honey, sweetheart and my love.Where are you now?Once we drank the Long Island ice tea and laughed at the midnight moon.…
Beautiful Laura sat by the sea.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful places and things can’t be forgotten.” Beautiful Laura sat by the sea.. I sat in a field of wil…
The night rain.. Velvet and silk dreams turned stormy and dark.I held you close and I whispered.A little bit longer dear love,I want to listen to your heart and hear you speak,I want to remember us…
(Easy life and quiet death-Sir Walter Scott) (We poets in our youth begin with gladness; but there off in the end despondency and madness- Wordsworth) I want to dance with you tonight… Sober …