The feather

February 28, 2015

The feather

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

Just words create by beautiful photo

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                   The feather

   Once I wanted to be king of the world. I wanted wealth and things of value.

   I was led to a simple place and I was taught by you.

   Wealth is a jealous wife. Things of value will hold you down.

   I watch you blow kisses into a free feather and you told me as the

   feather danced in the wind. Real wealth can’t be bought. True wealth

   is having a soft hand holding your hand and a gentle embrace in the the

   darkness of the night. I brought you near and I knew your words were true.

   I thanks you and brought you into a embrace and I whispered. You are my

   diamonds and gold, my love.

   Coyote/John Castellenas

    

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