It Is Small Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

It Is Small



Be strong, and kind, in warmth, with
this tree my life, i lay in this, hot blot
of ink my head, that seems to cold,
i moan, tremble, lost in rains, that pour
in like a river from a brow, of satin, pain.

I am carried over, i see other things, than it's dreams.
Is it in me? ..It is in it....it is not what you think it is, is it?
I will labor diligently, as always i have, in our pasts, lives.
When i see you next, you will be confused, as i once was.
it is was, riding loose beautiful feet through the gates, of grace.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Catrina Heart 20 May 2009

profound piece............heartfelt i guess! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Lo!

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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