Gone On A Lark Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Gone On A Lark



Moons soft glow radiantly cast
me down upon soft arms
lapping waves your
water knows.
Hues fragrant bloosom lays
upon your soul.
Breaths light upon such halo
glows.
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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