First Dawn
J
James McLain
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Mine seems lost within the feeling,
but then you are,
and when it seems, the forest bed
is all that matters, when it does.
Hearing the crickets rubb their legs together.
Ours unlike theirs are never miles apart.
It is the stream that takes each dream
and blends the two until the light peaks through
the clouds and yawning dawn is first, arrives.
Running through your hair as if in thought.
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