Sanhartlee Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Sanhartlee



Into her hand out of reach.
Esteemed, fine grapes university
Made from a puff of smoke.
A matter beneath the ground,
and the wind when it sings
is of poetry and beyond
don't stop what you are doing.
If it fell beneath your hand,
my sword is still in reach.
I teach the mind of snow
sanhartlee, which she knows.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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