The canyons between their eyes
Crumble like a landslide
An earthquake from the inside
A tremor that you can’t hide
The words are falling stones
Though they cannot break your bones
The river clogs below
And the dry Earth softly groans
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The canyons between their eyes
Crumble like a landslide
An earthquake from the inside
A tremor that you can’t hide
The words are falling stones
Though they cannot break your bones
The river clogs below
And the dry Earth softly groans