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Friday 25 October 2024

Thoughts in prose

Many dreams and brighter hopes

From a distance, he’s held my hand,
I have never felt too far from land,
To know one who can understand,
Quite very much a member of my band.

Whenever I have winced in pain,
As issues leave more than a stain,
Not once did his concern wane,
Nor from care and love abstain.

We have something built on trust,
That no situation can bring to rust,
Where everything else falls to dust,
This meets every test standing robust.

I had to write beyond my back on the ropes,
Even as things only seem like he just copes,
In the journeys of hills, troughs and slopes,
We harbour many dreams and brighter hopes.

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