Let it beA Poem by Coyote PoetryLet it be. Old man sitting alone. Sitting on the cliffs of Pacific Grove. You can see the Pacific ocean forever. Miles of the beautiful and powerful sea. He write words into a black notebook. Secret whispers into a book. Words describing a grand life. I bring him coffee. He thanks me. Read me a poem daily. Let it be Human's are twisted. In the midst of paradise. Our mind's race for reasons. Not to be content. Let it be. We need to be thankful. Hold your love one's. Dance and celebrate being alive. Be content. To have the chance to love someone. Just let it be. Swim in paradise. Of the good times. We can be together. Tomorrow is not a guarantee. Coyote 8 May 2009 © 2012 Coyote PoetryFeatured Review
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Added on March 24, 2012Last Updated on March 29, 2012 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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