ThomasM
by on September 12, 2020  in Poetry /
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I shall chase the wind until it catches me 
And with each new day of dreams that break the light 

I'll find a time where hopes can land on sand 
and not the rocks 
of crash and din of age gone by. 

Instead towards each new gentle whisp of wind 
I'll forward stretch my hand 

Until it catches me.....

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Retired male, healthy and living quietly in Toronto, Canada. Love to find a partner Am a gay male living life in the everyday lanes.
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