The Distant Rain
I miss the standing gain;
Accomplishes of all of twain;
Gathering of stolen hearts lost;
Among the duty parts crept up;
Packaged and rearranged lost in the storm;
The falling rains I cried tears;
of not joy distant hoping for ;
Removal of my adolescence witness;
With me my passion twain;
Remembering my real last name; I'm not, I'm gone:
I'm gathering the host of my soul
It's not crazy not I'm I insane;
Within the premise I stand in, in the distant rain;
10/13/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 3020
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2020
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