Fluids Echoes Calling Streams the Make Up of Me-
Echoes are the calling waters stream;
Ever bright lights the morning sun gleam;
Look at me, look at me;
I am what you see
A mass molded dirt/clay body;
amidst the presents of fluids the make up of me;
8/13/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2021
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