Flowers Of The Fallen Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Flowers Of The Fallen



And what she does to the sky
and turns her lips
As the rain warm trickles Into open
mouth smiles all-around
emerald green waves not far out
aquatic past the cloudy sea.

Past the cloudy
sea aquatic
not far out
waves green emerald smiles
into trickles opening
warm moon upturned lips below
the oceans and.
I suppose that I do.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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