Roy Storey Poems

At last
the rain falls
over the dry earth
in to the cracks,
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To make her fall in love
give her
hugs and kiss to.
Some flowers
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You think
this is realty its not.
In the world
that time forgot.
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On a night
when the moon is brit
i will come for you
we will dance in your dreams.
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Laft is the spirit from the rooms.
Now the barbarians
have ripped down the walls.
All the dreams have laft
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Am i here
or am i there.
A wind swept beach
or the open air.
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It is not what we have
thats worth a lot.
It is more in the days
that we forgot.
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She rises as
mist on the morn.
Travling through
the day.
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Join the fun
its the fourth of july.
A joy in the air
no fears, no sighs
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The sliver coin
twisting turning
on the air.
Heralding, dreams
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