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 – 2020
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 Clarkson – 2019
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