‘The feather’
The feather
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Just words create by beautiful photos
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 watched 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
darkness of the night. I brought you near and I knew your words were true.
I thanks you and brought you into an embrace and I whispered. You are my
diamonds and gold, my love.
Coyote/John Castellenas
© 2015 Coyote Poetry
Really well expressed and worded
Simple but grand
Love it
Best read in a while
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Thank you for reading and the kind words. I do appreciate.
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Such a beautiful poem.
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One of my few short poem. Thank you Megha for reading and the kind words. I do appreciate.
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I love reading your poems. They need attention and can’t be read in a fleeting glance so I take out time to read them properly to enjoy every word of it.
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You are very kind. I read your series of poetry. The deadly sins. A masterpiece of words and thoughts.
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Thanks so much for reading my posts. I really appreciate your time.
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Beautiful, my friend.
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Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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You’re welcome my friend .
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Outstanding. 🙂
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Thank you my friend. I appreciate the comment.
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