Impossibly hot
Then unbearably cold
Every temperature felt
The dry desert does hold
Beating down on the people
The houses they built
Like fire raining down
On land soon to be chilled
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Impossibly hot
Then unbearably cold
Every temperature felt
The dry desert does hold
Beating down on the people
The houses they built
Like fire raining down
On land soon to be chilled