A voice in the wind
You expected to hear
But turning around
You find nobody near
So you wait where you are
Like a statue of stone
’til the cold of the night
Chills you down to the bone
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
A voice in the wind
You expected to hear
But turning around
You find nobody near
So you wait where you are
Like a statue of stone
’til the cold of the night
Chills you down to the bone