Each Cloud I Part
J
James McLain
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There is no escaping the touch of love.
And the ring around the moon,
my body is when one because.
And I am standing at the edge,
then as I love our friends above.
Holding up the sky, each cloud I start.
Your hands around my face you part.
Softly speaking in your ear against the wind, I cried.
Loving you both hands,
and love, touched me, and we both sighed.
Because the smell of the clean rain,
washed clean our memories there away.
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