At That Moment Her Face It - Poem by James McLain
A river running lovers cross.
Endless dreams of tears.
Nothing, feel the moss.
We all can see.
The river as it flows.
The answer to the world.
Is if YouTube this week's feeling,
Is there anything else
about you I should know.
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