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Lori Anne Perry Poem
When you are lost and don't know what to do,
Or, thre just looks as theer is nothing to remember,
And, where we both began,
Remember, I m just as true a friend from the beginning,
As you wee, when we begasn,m we can warm our hearts,
And, remember, You know are love started our lives together
And,in our hearts the strength we hsared is strong,
As we are in the beginning, to be a middle to are enernity of an end.
We uinderstands our dream of togetherness that we started,
and chose we together we be, hot alone without our love,
defend within our , and are success yet within
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Lori Anne Perry Poem
A pure arousing freshness
Streams through the ocean air,
Crispy icey fingers surrround
The rain pulsates against
Pale fog fondly caresses
White caps ram down
Darken caves,
spray splashes the walls
shuttery waves drifts up
and around the smooth
curves,
water swells in the hollowness
floam slides away
evening night feathery
floats down upon
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In the blue berried heavenly skied peaked nights
The stars lay amongst vertical rest.
In the giant maze of the atmosphere of god.
One of a million, I rest on a blessed pictorial flamed
verture of Jesus's life,
His death a sin, but hat of a piece of flamed sparks in a painted sky.
His creation in a Milky Way pouring ut its forgotten life of my love,
in a hidden moon.
Souls in my heart yet to be born.
All of body and blood unnoted red caped sun to be yet unfold.
In my life, of a dream, in a future, in the heart of God's Saturn's sons.
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Lori Anne Perry Poem
When the tears become
The rain,
Our beginning to an end,
Where did it all begin,
Where did the road stop?
In the depth of an
Ocean,
In a remembrance of
A dream.
For a later date,
That would never come
Did a angel flap her wings \
Did a cloud glide quicker,
Did we care for what is
Not frogotten
A gentle loving word
Set upon a letter head,
A silent voice to cry.
Never to be out loud,
Never to be heard by an
Open ear but of the man
Speaking,
My face is the frame,
I am the picture.
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Lori Anne Perry Poem
When the tears become
The rain,
Our beginning to an end,
Where did it all begin,
Where did the road stop?
In the depth of an
Ocean,
In a remembrance of
A dream.
For a later date,
That would never come
Did a angel flap her wings \
Did a cloud glide quicker,
Did we care for what is
Not frogotten
A gentle loving word
Set upon a letter head,
A silent voice to cry.
Never to be out loud,
Never to be heard by an
Open ear but of the man
Speaking,
My face is the frame,
I am the picture.
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Lori Anne Perry Poem
A journey in the night,
Exploring our flight,
Pages of each our lives,
Pens ink of Bloack and red,
We scribble our dreams upon our sheet,
Scrawls of inner wnatg and yet to be,
Unintimided by each other, smiles.
Evolve inable, yet ready, suprior,
Wood fibers, a page created,
undestroyed, blood in our hearts,
Alone, we be not,
Our lives, numbered calender, we fill.
Journey's bright, we beat.
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