One More Never Less Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

One More Never Less



To cry one day more never less.
One day,
every day the rain comes, I am wet.
End without end are my sorrows.
Teasing my brain,
midnight music of lite being formed.
Even the moss and the leaf.
Collides without sound in the wind
And continuous each chime.
When green rain and brown stone.
Bamboo stands...

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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