Wander Me
Gimme a wind, a harsh unforgiving March onshore slap in the face lean into and step out wind. Scrub me clean
of all this wait and see what's next. Carry me away from these endless tomorrows. Let me see Today again
rushing up the tide.
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2009
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