Words are rivers
Flowing down
Keeping alive
The field of the town
Or poisoning it
With a grim toxic scourge
The intentions decide
What to grow, what to purge
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Words are rivers
Flowing down
Keeping alive
The field of the town
Or poisoning it
With a grim toxic scourge
The intentions decide
What to grow, what to purge