Sailed Up The Sun Poem by James McLain
Sailed Up The Sun
She navigates about or above the sun.
As for my eye only her.
She is where I planted my deepest of sorrow.
Her dress of my color befitting it is yellow.
She of he is of whom.
Under the bush she pulled one limb up.
As I was pierced by a leaf, bright it was green.
And her whom she is, Sailed up to the sun.
She whom is my grief is she whom lived where I lie.
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