The heart is mended, the life is fine
No thought is taken
Of what happened back in time.
Moving forward, risking not
Becoming ice
In a land that’s hot.
Then in the midst of emptiness
She dares, she dreams
she dreams a lot.
~ Patrice
® Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Why do we try?
Why do we cry?
Why do we die?
What else is there to learn
When we’ve learnt it all?
Silly oh so small is the mind
Maybe that wonders such things
Holding those thoughts
Not moving forward at all.
Why?
Wondering that’s all.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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