Searching, reaching
For something of the best.
Finding, finding
Maybe then I can rest.
Tired, tired of searching
Reaching for the best.
Even so I will continue
Cause if I stop, I’m sure
They’ll lay me to rest.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Feel the breathing
Breathless breathing
All the way down to my toes
Feel the breathing all the way
Back up to the top.
Feel the beauty
As it goes down again
Then back up to the top
Please let it continue
Please don’t let it stop.
That breathless beauty
As it rises once again
All the way from my toes
Back up, back up
To the top.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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