A glass sculpture shore
So easily shattered
Distorting the light
And the things that had mattered
The scorched sands of time
Could be made sand again
Should we break through this fate
And create a new end
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
A glass sculpture shore
So easily shattered
Distorting the light
And the things that had mattered
The scorched sands of time
Could be made sand again
Should we break through this fate
And create a new end