Mystery Of Our Year's Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Mystery Of Our Year's



You are the moon,
That scattered star's.
Across the sky,
I waited for.

If it could be,
If you again, I hold.
And the sky is filled,
With light.

And should the star's,
Again begin,
There curving, long decent.
I could never, let you go,
And love again.

Monday, November 14, 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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