The glass was held high
In a welcoming gesture
Though nothing was in it
Save air and reflection
Still everyone cheered
Clinking long empty glass
As the sandstorm raged on
Like it never would pass
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The glass was held high
In a welcoming gesture
Though nothing was in it
Save air and reflection
Still everyone cheered
Clinking long empty glass
As the sandstorm raged on
Like it never would pass