Just a sip of water
From the unraining sky
Would bring relief to a desert bound
Body that lies
Upon sands always shifting
And ready to bury
The surrendering souls
Who can’t stand instability
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Just a sip of water
From the unraining sky
Would bring relief to a desert bound
Body that lies
Upon sands always shifting
And ready to bury
The surrendering souls
Who can’t stand instability