The Island

The Island

A Book by Coyote Poetry
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A story that came into my dream. Was real or not?? Maybe??

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© 2019 Coyote Poetry


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Coyote Poetry
It is terrible when your mind forsaken you. I sit by Lake Huron at Port Austin. I love the strong waves of the lake today. Today I remembered a Island, somewhere in time, somewhere where I found peace and salvation. I believe I went to this island often in my youth. I remember the beauty of the island, the long bridge that took me to small houses and cabins. A downtown area filled with many bars and good restaurants. I remember the names of two women. Lana and Nicole. I remember holding hands, long talks and nights, where I was safe from the world, near but afar.

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DAH
I love these memories, soft and warm, cozy too.

"I remember the names of two women. Lana and Nicole.
I remember holding hands, long talks and nights"

This is what I'm talking about, soft and warm.

Bravo!

DAH

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

3 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and the kind words. I do appreciate.
DAH

3 Months Ago

My pleasure!

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A 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. Remembe.. more..

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