Coming Home Poem by James McLain
Coming Home
Living life I love the sight of only you.
You opened the door to the room I closed shut.
While the tears of each child we held dear,
are running around in our heads dawn draws near.
Having given away up and out yellow the sun white the moon,
the round room clearly shown.
Leading the way I come back kissing the lips, loving the sight
it is night all is clear.
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9/19/2024 1:36:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
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