Unexpected warmth
In a bitter Winter
The ice almost melts
Dirt roads turn to mud
But it will be gone soon
The cold will return
So gather some wood
To have something to burn
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Unexpected warmth
In a bitter Winter
The ice almost melts
Dirt roads turn to mud
But it will be gone soon
The cold will return
So gather some wood
To have something to burn