Coffee and rain
Scalding and cold
No going outside
’til the Sun returns bold
As the roast that they poured
In my styrofoam cup
Until it’s been finished
I won’t even stand up
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Coffee and rain
Scalding and cold
No going outside
’til the Sun returns bold
As the roast that they poured
In my styrofoam cup
Until it’s been finished
I won’t even stand up