There’s no way to fold
A blanket of gold
No matter the angle
It won’t fight the cold
Just simply absorb it
As your sides are uncovered
And the weight gently pushes
The air from your lungs
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
There’s no way to fold
A blanket of gold
No matter the angle
It won’t fight the cold
Just simply absorb it
As your sides are uncovered
And the weight gently pushes
The air from your lungs
very true!
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