by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 25, 2019 | Poetry
The world turns, it goes Then comes back around No breath is taken Except on its sacred ground. The future is hidden The past is the past Nothing now will forever Last. Turning slowly, turning fast The world is ours Hold on It’ll be a blast. ~ Patrice © Patrice...
by Patrice Clarkson | Oct 31, 2013 | My Musings, Poetry
Dark and foreboding The light does not shine Muddy tracks are erased In the water running past. Grasp the heartbeat make it last Not lost in the dismal, tragic past For we are here and must trust It will, forever last. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...
