“The wildflowers”


The wildflowers

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

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Freedom and dreams can be found in the field of the wildflowers.

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The wildflowers

Wild flowers and sweet dreams.
Dancing nude and free.
You were my perfect woman and
I was your Bob Dylan.
Damning the fake dreams and lies of this world.

We would travel to take photos the wildflowers fields.
Drank the sweet red wine and laugh at the free wind.
We stood our ground and we knew.
The wild flowers dreams are hard to hold.

You were my love and I was your lovers in the middle of the dancing wildflowers.
We knew our time was short.
The fire of being fearless only shined for a short time.

The wintering of the heart and mind.
Leave two domain people wishing for butterfly kisses and
to make love in wildflowers field like children in heart once again.

Coyote/John Castellenas

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