Wildflowers
Wildflower dreams.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Some memories are held forever.
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Wildflower dreams.
I sat among the wildflowers.
Growing where they desired and they were free.
The sweet sense of the wildflowers took me back to you.
I remember my beautiful lady dancing with the moving flowers .
Wildflowers in her hair and
laughter in her voice.
We fell together in the paradise of love and knowing no fear of tomorrow.
In the field of the wildflowers.
We learn love is free to the young and fearless in heart.
I want to travel back in time.
Dance with sweet dreams lost in a field of wildflowers.
To kiss my wildflower dream once more.
To know the beauty of real love and freedom once again.
Some dreams cannot be touched again.
We relive them is sweet dreams.
Dancing in the wind of time.
Coyote
June 2013
Hi John for many dreams is all they have! Thank you for liking my poems “First Kiss! They Came! Dartmoor! and Nothing Is Personal!” Peace and Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.
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You are welcome.
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“Some dreams cannot be touched again.” Lovely post.
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Thank you Laurel. I appreciate the comment.
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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Lovely imagery.
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Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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