Our prints in the snow
Leave a long trail to follow
The wolves wander on
Gaining ground on us both
We limp as they run
The hunt’s truly begun
And it’s destined to end
With the crack of a gun
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Our prints in the snow
Leave a long trail to follow
The wolves wander on
Gaining ground on us both
We limp as they run
The hunt’s truly begun
And it’s destined to end
With the crack of a gun