by Patrice Clarkson | Jan 27, 2020 | My Musings, Poetry
The world spins revolves around taking lives on a journey the world beyond. Grass grows, birds fly rain drops and sometimes lovers must say goodbye. The world is ours We make it what we can happy or sad, we live our lives as the world revolves round once again. ~...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jun 17, 2013 | Poetry
Beauty beautiful is what I see Spread all about, all about of me The sun it shines, birds fly and Mighty, fluffy clouds float by. Yes, there’s beauty in the sky The forest and even in my uncut lawn To get up in the morning and see Beauty, beauty all...