Following footprints
Printed in snow
To figure out where
The night creatures go
But they always end
At the side of the road
As dawn scatters light
On the city below
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Following footprints
Printed in snow
To figure out where
The night creatures go
But they always end
At the side of the road
As dawn scatters light
On the city below