Poem By James McLain

It is not a word to touch an emotion in thought
I cannot smell the taste you hear love the heart
laid bare unknown.
Is it a word not known defined soft hand hard to
It is not water air earths fire fine line unknown
in most not all.
It is wrapped around cores of light peeled away
tops end never found unknown.
It is unknown in breath unknown in flight be it unknown
sight given mind to guide the last soul home unknown.

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