Dark Cinnamon Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Dark Cinnamon



My identity is based upon yours.
Dark is the moon and light cinnamon.
Inside the bush, perhaps both.
Climbing the tree just out of reach.
Is the face with full lips, I can see.

Sunday, March 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: green
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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