by Patrice Clarkson | Oct 16, 2019 | Poetry
Melancholy raining, dripping down No obvious reason can be found Spreading cross the quiet landscape Resting briefly on a innocent face Then running down On tears of those lost, wandering round. Maybe someday a bright sun will shine Dark, foreboding...
by Patrice Clarkson | Oct 31, 2017 | Affirmations, Poetry
Foreboding clouds Moving in the sky Forecasting things to come A tear will cry Hearts will be forsaken A way of life will die. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2017