Up To The Top Out Of Reach - Poem by James McLain
Alone, here again I have come.
the mountain side all alone.
Is there any way to see it all again?
Is there any way to feel the need for wind?
Is there any way to see,
outside and feel myself give in.
Alone, up along I have come.
Up to the top out of reach.
Understanding the bamboo trees.
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