The cold night whisperedA Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. The cold night whispered The April rain hid my tears and I walked alone. Once great love turn indifferent and our love true turn to fathom dreams. We spoke careless words, maybe true, maybe not? Maybe we were grasping at a miracle? I told the rain, love died slowly and badly. I longed for her near, I longed to hear her heartbeat and her song. My songbird, we knew rhyme and song and now, we know we could bleed. The cold night whispered to me, the abyss of love dance, just great storms we shall know. Now crimson love touches and silent goodbyes, Leave us praying for more. Now I sit by the sea, drinking the whiskey and remembering you. Do you remember me? Dancing Coyote © 2020 Coyote PoetryAuthor's Note
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14 Reviews Added on June 30, 2020 Last Updated on June 30, 2020 AuthorCoyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..Writing
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