Roy Storey Poems

Close your eyes
imagine,
a tiny tinking bell
carried,
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You sit near
yet a far,
you smile
you do not
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Writers
the ragged dreamers
the eyes.
That see
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As the last solder dies
in a ditch by a field'
All for notthing,
a herald did reel.
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X marks the spot
where time began.
The rise and fall
of man.
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All is quite.
its peace
all is quite.
Not a sound
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.The hour glass turns
sand runing through
crystals of timeless bays.
Silent days.
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city streets are dirty
there is no love there.
But some times on a saturday
a party takes the air.
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Watching the birds fly free
waiting patiently
moving across the lawn.
Afther lifes new born.
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I will tell
you a story
of henry
the dog.
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