Bryce Edward Coast Biography

Star-clustered eyes
Of hazel hue
The truest love
I see in you
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Purest was the spotless dove
In days of long ago
With wings to reach the skies above
Now only teardrops flow
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When stars on earth die
They're reborn stars in heavens sky

Their deeds and charities abode
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Putting pen to paper, words just waltz between the lines
Ordinary made extraordinary simply it defines
Effortlessness of an athlete
The graceful gallops of a horse
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From clouds, cool teardrops plummet down
Cascading, with percussive sound
In Spring, to douse the barren earth
To nourish deepest roots, that thirst
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