Sometimes . . . my driven dreams seem out of reach,
as if forsaken by life’s barren breach,
but . . . when I close my eyes and think of you,
suddenly . . . these fervid fantasies appear
and possibilities become more clear.
September 15, 2022
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2022
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