Flowers fell from her hair
As she danced in the square
And the high-headed people
Passed by unaware
For the sky is too high
For a flower to reach
But their colors abound
In the world underneath
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Flowers fell from her hair
As she danced in the square
And the high-headed people
Passed by unaware
For the sky is too high
For a flower to reach
But their colors abound
In the world underneath