Painting The Sky With His Brush Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Painting The Sky With His Brush

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There we hear them fair lit, out reach of the sky,
Dragon's breath, painted face, up there in the night.
Looking up the long length of her White swan neck,
Rest's the pearl's,
That are there from the stroke of his brush.

Tuesday, December 27, 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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