Going Gone Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Going Gone



When day is gone,
and night is all we have.
When sleep is washed away,
as it were snow.
When I am come to you
and you I'd come to know.
When dawn has turned away
and dusk is going, gone.

Thursday, July 25, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: snow
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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