by Patrice Clarkson | Feb 21, 2018 | Poetry
The crow flies over skies Looking down on a world Moving forward, no lies. The crow flies calling Singing songs only loved ones Hear, don’t deny. The crow flies holding close Treasures found, lost Seen by no other eyes. The crow flies. ~ Patrice © Patrice...
by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 24, 2015 | My Musings, Poetry
Days move forward Gone one by one Packed with something But neither overrun With sadness, happiness Or blissful dreams Days move forward Inspite of all these things. What you see May be what you dreamed Or what you saw In an unhealthy scene Don’t deny that it...