I came in,
With the light wrapped around me
No one could see me, as white dove's
Fly high above me.
I go out,
In the dark it surrounds me
Now they can see me, as those whom
Once loved me,
To speak with the next one, who'll
Come back behind me.
Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2018
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