πŸ’˜ After The Glitter Fades πŸ’˜ Poem by James McLain

πŸ’˜ After The Glitter Fades πŸ’˜



Circles of hills closed within, at the base
Of each hill flows white mist.

Dripping dew drops hang from green leaves,
Bushes found here are not topped.

Here in that room without any walls,
Empty spaces in your other place.

I can hear the world inside my head,
I look a thousand times but everything's​ changed again.

πŸ’˜ After The Glitter Fades πŸ’˜
Tuesday, October 22, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: love,passion
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 22 October 2019

A beautiful love poem based on philosophy is well executed. Brief but meaningful. Thanks for sharing.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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