Even The Light's Are Cold Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Even The Light's Are Cold



Stranger still, they look to me,
They look so far away.
Yet look so near,
So near they touch the sky.

Next to her,
I bend and whisper.
It is cold,
Deeper in my pockets.
Go her hand's.

Two lover's,
In cold orange light.
He makes a final stand.
Their dream's,
Seem frail and brittle.
As the snow.

Sunday, November 13, 2016
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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