
What Is?
August 15, 2019What is the cause? What is the effect?
What does it mean?
For hearts are broken, cities crumble
Crops decay
Lives destroyed.
And
In the midst of this
A sprout pops up, a giggle resonates
Thunder dissipates
Rain clears all filth away.
There is a God
There is a life
We will not disappear.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Beautiful poem my friend.
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Thank you so much 🙂
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I love your optimism here !
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😀
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