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Crises Come

July 31, 2019

Calgary Storm Brewing ~ Photo by Patrice

Crises come
Monopolizing the mind
The spirit
Everything in the universe
Anything
Not tied down tight.

What has happened?
Why?
No answers come
Questions only
They hang in the frigid, cold
Unforgiving sky.

Do your best
Do what’s correct
What’s right
Maybe then the world will smile
Grass turn a brilliant green
And stars shine a guiding light
On everything.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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