Wells And Bottoms Poem by James McLain
Wells And Bottoms
From wells bottom; and of tears,
and dying must be ever so alike,
and falling into the last aeroplane.
Grab at your chest the zipper rips,
that cloud that spills out is freedom,
and it is not there, and free to fall,
and a life time to stirke the ground.
Hey this poem encloses several lifetimes at least. I like. (smile)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/30/2024 4:10:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I never thought of it that way, but it is a good way of seeing it...........