Patty Rose Biography

White raven soars
before the eclipse of the sun
paradox of light and dark
a phoenix dipped in fire
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Island of sky among clouds
Sifts a setting sun’s ray
Hues of blue
Bring peace to sad eyes
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And when the bell of wisdom tolls
water’s crystallized reflection shows
measured words at every turn
now the past comes forth to burn
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Too easily lost is my sight
of what I know to be is right
not knowing how I feel
or how to be sure it's real
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I used to be
But time corrupted me
Those days of purity
Lost to clarity
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