James McLain Poems

and i kissed them
yes so full
each pretty
petal
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The only flower left and I.
One fur trapper, hungry and in need, crosses over.
And the winding, shallow creek.
Being heavy, Is it thus?
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Two train's on different tracks passing each other.
Two engineers one dressed in black the other in white.
The woods are dark and deep for one without light.
The other one white has stayed in the light both are
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Flying represents freedom!
Children dreaming of flight
May be sending their parents a message
That nothing for them is impossible!
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It is here and now my struggle at last
Must be recognized.
One true sentence short of word's is but
A legacy out of grasp and now out of reach.
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Of the many site's
Where one can practice their
True calling
This site charges no money.
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It is not what it is, is it?
It was, labeled burned
by you the it of voice of nothing.
You!
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I know it is to painful...
Lay ever so..
still if...
I am to see..
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Sun brushed..
each canvas..a sea....
Paint holds it high..sky's..
Washed yellow eye...dawns..
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