The black clouds of smoke
Billow
Beyond the river.
Tendrils of flame
Snake their way
Through the obscurity.
On this side of the river
The air is fine
And there are plenty of places
To sit
And watch
The fire
Consume
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The black clouds of smoke
Billow
Beyond the river.
Tendrils of flame
Snake their way
Through the obscurity.
On this side of the river
The air is fine
And there are plenty of places
To sit
And watch
The fire
Consume