A grave amid ashes
A stoic old stone
When most turn to dust
This one life stands alone
Preserved in a name
Memory given form
The wish of remembrance
Where oblivion’s born
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
A grave amid ashes
A stoic old stone
When most turn to dust
This one life stands alone
Preserved in a name
Memory given form
The wish of remembrance
Where oblivion’s born