Roy Storey Poems

We will meet again
on the highway
to the stars.
Walking you and i
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There is a spring
at burton baset.
By the edge
of the road.
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Night breeze
moving in to the city,
down its streets
in to its house
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I ware my skin
like an old coat.
My hair has gone
i have seen better days.
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They may break
your heart
i will pick up
the pieces.
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Thinking of dust filled fields
with dry stokes of rice.
Others with small bush tomatoes
plants that look like coquets
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Intrigue me,
inspire me,
amuse me,
please me,
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When the winds
are cool.
I will come for you
across the bands
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Runing my hands
through your long hair.
Caressing your neck,
slowly moving down,
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