Path O Trails Poem by James McLain
Path O Trails
Tedious the winding trail to one might
find in me.
Resplendence comfort in this blanket soft
the sun would warm
for thee.
Absent toes our twinning of the springs
flow pure clean water fit
to us but drink.
Islands palms music pan the combing
trail of hair for me
to lay.
Laughter sweetly from your mouth heavens
music therein dwell.
comming home
to you.
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