Snow blows a crisp cold white
Deafening on this spring morning night
Flying by with a unrepentive no melting cry
Once again covering all going deep down inside.
Some will die in this cold white mess
As snow hungers to hold a grip
Til no life stirs beneath its icy depth
Breeding death, anger and remorse
Snow blows, snow blows
Making life full of needless stress.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
See the depth there inside
Where no one can or could ever hide.
There inside let me be the one who stands
And sees what can be not that what shouldn’t be.
See the depths close you eyes
Be at peace because here inside you can reside
Safe secure til all is right outside.
Dwell inside but first look deep inside
See the depth where it does reside.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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