by Patrice Clarkson | Feb 20, 2018 | Poetry
Memories are with me I wish had died Memories of an existance I think of and cry No memories of happiness Or pleasure survive Remember memories That took me out Of the memories That just make me sigh Memories, my memories That make me cry. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson...
by Patrice Clarkson | Apr 7, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
Sky is bright Clouds float by Problems few in the bye and bye. Deep breath bring in Filled with joy I grin Nothing can make me cry. Nothing bad can be As I relax and see Bright clouds floating high above me. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...