It Is My World Poem by James McLain
It Is My World
But it's you here in my world,
and if you but see it, see it, see it is my world.
You see myself the spinning moving whorl,
is a leaf moved from your hand?
Inside is a single grain of sand.
Moreover is a pearl that to me it softy beckons glows,
with rivers rich while even unto I am there in heaven.
And heavens open door.
The flowers grow in bloom to much to hold.
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