ThomasM
by on September 12, 2020
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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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