Being Touched Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Being Touched



Therein am I softly sleep the middle.
Lives one my own beating heart.
When your ears, I hear ring from it.
Holding fast as it grips only you.
Wetter it grows, buds come to flower.
Some from the center sprout out.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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