When the blue sky parts
And the air departs
There’s nothing to breathe
Conversations to start
So if we can’t talk
We’d might as well stand
There’s plenty that’s said
Through the palms of our hands
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
When the blue sky parts
And the air departs
There’s nothing to breathe
Conversations to start
So if we can’t talk
We’d might as well stand
There’s plenty that’s said
Through the palms of our hands