A tornado in time
That sucks it right up
And shreds it to pieces
Of gold in the air
Some is redeemed
For peace at the end
The rest for the present
To save or to spend
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
A tornado in time
That sucks it right up
And shreds it to pieces
Of gold in the air
Some is redeemed
For peace at the end
The rest for the present
To save or to spend