by Patrice Clarkson | Jun 29, 2020 | Poetry
When I hear The sound of your voice Life becomes so dear Clouds part, rains stop And wrens fly near. No one speaks a word No one need say The feelings felt To convey how The world is ours And We have all the love We need today. ~ Patrice @ Patrice Clarkson –...
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...
