Uloia Norris Moore Poems

A special place
that none
may find
where winds
...

The dreams
of my heart
my mind
doth pass
...

I wear them
for I must
upon my flesh
to dust
...

I see you
no bush to
hide.
...

The dreams of my heart
my mind doth pass
...

Upon a beach
must after sought
feet our toes
the fingers they
...

Of where it is that we
are from why?

Does it matter where it is
...

So they then have been cast
grappling with present past.

Down soft to touch yet
...

With ignorance
...

The few that I am
in respect
like this.
...