She Is It's Reflection Poem by James McLain
She Is It's Reflection
Is it more than flirting to some?
How can they become so pink
and full so quick?
I gaze out the window you bought
me..thank you..you see me smile.
So few really know the tides, of all
great oceans when they play.
No man or woman has ever seen
the oceans pull, slow ebb in life without
moons smiling face.
Ocean moons, do grace it's
pools this living breathing shore, to wave.
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