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Sanora Moore Poem
Where has he gone, the one who carried my laughter, gave me countless stories of his pasture, unsuitable for a grazing sheep like me.
Where has he gone, the one who confused hearts with the mastery of his muse, taken by his words of smooth.
Where has he gone, the deceitful nature of his innocent behavior intentional, unintentional still favored.
Where has he gone, my compass could not detect the direction of his wind, if I keep searching will I find him again or is this a journey towards no end.
Where has he gone, hidden under a rock to hide once again, his heart that has been shattered by countless friends, will the shattered stones be cast by one, will the tears from fright be dried by the Son or will his heart still need me.
Here I am but where has he gone.
Copyright © Sanora Moore | Year Posted 2018
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Sanora Moore Poem
A definition of words to describe his being, just three will do.
The qualities that is required for this role hard to fill his shoe.
Desired or approve of such a one, human nature regarded as an individual to some.
Sitting in the central or inter most part of you, pumping blood through the circular system by rhythmic contraction, casuing you to be your own distraction.
I should have believed it right from the start. That I have found a good persons heart.
Copyright © Sanora Moore | Year Posted 2018
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As the rain beats on the roof top and the drops fall to the ground, all I can think of is you.
The crack in the sky with thunderous sound all I can think of is you.
You're thoughts are afar off with not me in mind, Your dreams are your dreams, I awake to your image, all I can think of is you.
Copyright © Sanora Moore | Year Posted 2018
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