Poems from Tom Fulton

Lost In thought of what I come upon In thought of what I am In being who I used to be In what is yet to come   Relapse of feeling, thought...
A deep dive, A swim into the past, To find a hope for coming days, To know what will last, Is still a dive That still takes air That takes...
Your shoes your hair your shorts your clothes the way your smile beams and everything you were and are forever makes my dreams your face...
Were you meant for me? I ask the night sky, And it smiles back at me.   Do you love me? I ask the sun, And she beams.   Will I be found? I...
To please, a word must strike a chord It must elicit, lest it bores. Relate to them and then you’ll hear, But if they’re mine, you’ll shut...

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