Bones and sand
Across the land
Left desolate
By mankind’s hand
No words are left
To paint the wind
No hands to build
And start again
But those of a traveller
Travelling fast
Determined to keep
This lost place in the past
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Bones and sand
Across the land
Left desolate
By mankind’s hand
No words are left
To paint the wind
No hands to build
And start again
But those of a traveller
Travelling fast
Determined to keep
This lost place in the past