Peta Three

A cold wind blows, it stokes a fear, suddenly in the know, pearl doves arch above, nothing else comes near, but the truth of love, money for work clothes, a smile is not dear, there are no bad tones, along a weather cusp, why worry about fear, fly to those who give, is my vision so thrown, I need to be clear, a lifetime’s left to hone, will I have to shove, that barrel of heartless cheer, in order I can live, wear lipstick now for show, erase the killer years, try to steer my prow, away from frozen waters.