Uloia Norris Moore Poems

Most here wiser than I
many are the words
have read over and over.
Shallow are they whom craft
...

Multitudes they
are you.

Such as us do
...

Helpless as you hear
there screams.

When will I awaken
...

struck through moon beam
strait line all think.

Owls know the way
...

Craft is craft written so
most here know.

Without a spine all are weakened
...

The wave of humanity flows
as does the tide.

Ebbs and goes we are here
...

Blessed at times do I feel
as age in circles it's grasp.

The memories are all there
...

I am not really good
at leaving comment's.

I apologize for this.
...

As I ponder lost to wander
passing of another soul
so young of yesterday.
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From the constant scent
blossom's bloom
they then do lend
the fruit sweet
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