White Or Black Poem by James McLain
White Or Black
Silvercords and bells,
the
edge is razor sharp.
I hear the children whimper,
as I scream.
Each one of you that never was,
I made them go away.
Pure of heart while coming back.
I tossed them all away.
I closed the flower,
every time you never came.
The stars that never shine,
upon their face.
Doing the same thing and I would.
Sour milk the pail I fetched,
has run out far away.
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5/5/2024 9:07:21 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice poem, I like it. Keep writing