I Will Confess And Tell You
J
James McLain
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and if i tell you; can you see it then.
too stand upon the forest floor.
and how some pain came not, aloft.
i watch the valley from my cave.
while high above one lip, i wait below.
and there so small a stream slips through.
how pale light now white turns golden hued.
and after words it rains and it all runs together.
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