Uloia Norris Moore Poems

In what we say
the road we
take a way all
play.
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Love is a matrid of
rainbow colors
there hues
in your life
...

Is said some
as water.

For he came
...

Periods of sleep
so the sun does
go down.
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Upon my flesh
upon my soul
May the Crown you where
be it heavenly worn.
...

Giver of life creator
of the breeze
lent merrily amongst
the trees
...

My name I carved unto granite
tossed into stream

Two hundred years from now
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Pulsates a cord of all
undone chores.

Reminders of all
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Illusion few see
there mind
spirit flees.
...

Tantalizing does move
in directions.

Upon it blosoms
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