Come
When the moon is full will you not come?
Can you not like the rose petals out stretched,
come at the hight of the moon?
Life is to short too stand off in the
Distance, high in the sky like the clouds.
And together to soon tonight will be gone,
like a wave on the beach that is lost.
Copyright © James Mclain | Year Posted 2022
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