It..Is..So..Quite Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

It..Is..So..Quite



I can hear the beating heart
of the dove my windows still.
Your whispers barely do I hear
move the leafs upon the tree.
Sand to eye to small most see
avalanche hits ant his feet I hear.
Breath when last it was you breathed
hand cups my head and burns my soul.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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