All The Pages Are Empty

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All the pages are empty
All the lines are dry
No one hears the cries
Of a pen waiting
Waiting to tell the world
No lies.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

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Everyday I See Something

Everyday I see something
That resembles twelve
Part of nature, earth, sky
The clouds.

Breathing in, breathing out
Spectacular
as I turn
Whirl about.

Maybe tomorrow
I’ll understand, take it all in
Then tell the rest of the world
What it’s all about.
~ Patrice

Patrice Clarkson – 2019

All The Pages Are Empty

All the pages are empty
All the lines are dry
No one hears the cries
Of a pen waiting
Waiting to tell the world
No lies.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017