Memory of music.
Old memories become sweet dreams in old age.
Memory of music.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Music allowed the rebirth of memories and faces.
Let me not fall into dreams of sadness.
Allow the awful shadows of things lost.
Not to extinguished pleasures of memories and faces.
Young and beautiful faces.
Lost in time.
Still dance in sweet dreams brought to life by beautiful old song.
Many lovers held with fondness.
We believed in the faith that love was to be held forever.
Still sweet dreams in set-up and hopeful dreams.
Allow me to escape from barren places.
I want to dance, sing and hold love like it was my only purpose.
Sweet and hopeful song.
Please take me back to days of rage and torment.
Where love was wild ecstasy.
I want to dance in the shadows of the moon.
Kiss my beauty’s sweet red lips and swim in her eyes.
Fall together in the safety of a love.
Where soft music and two people holding tight.
Is all we need.
Coyote
July 2013
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The universal language…
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Music is. Thank you for the comment and reading.
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“No se tome la vida demasiado en serio; nunca saldrá usted vivo de ella”
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in many ways music that you love keeps you in touch with who you are…
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You are right. Music is a important part of our life. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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