Burning Cold Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Burning Cold



Sleeping deep of thought
rising pillow head aflame
now I turn to face the rain.

dropps sweet tounge lite
mask horboring shadow
flows to pool all know now.

Carring bundled tresures
from your mountain home
winding roads will keep safe.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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