Kissing The Mountain Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Kissing The Mountain



The fog drapes, kissing the mountains it hides.
and the rose inside the green house he weeps.

You want love it sleeping, deep there inside.
Believing his hungry hand won’t ever find you.


Do you believe it and I can’t ever know it, it won’t show it.
What I believe of your love it consumes me, it is more.

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James McLain

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From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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