“Utopia of the pen and the paper”
Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere. Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading
Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere. Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading
A amazing Poet and poem. Please read.
Originally posted on Is art the answer?:
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Two amazing people. Examples of love, honor and kindness.
Hemingway words are true. Need beautiful places to remember in old age.
A good poem. Please read.