Race

We never ever start on time
The human races so divine
My pace in step with yours sublime
Did fate conspire to make you mine
Our stars across the skies align
Though I would never you consign
An arbitrary name or sign
A magic sparks when we combine
So tight within ourselves entwine
Are we part of some grand design
Or random threads that intertwine
Will love star cross the finish line

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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