Blessed Is The Sun Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Blessed Is The Sun



Fiery grasp its grip drives me insane.
Inside waves of cold my lips adorned.
Every dropp of water lost have I worn.
Resting orb pupil home inside my eye.
Yes in tounge is never lost with young.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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