A field full of flowers
Why not let them rest
No reason to pick them
Or decide on the best
Why not take a stroll
Or lie still for a while
Be part of the world
With no urge to defile
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
A field full of flowers
Why not let them rest
No reason to pick them
Or decide on the best
Why not take a stroll
Or lie still for a while
Be part of the world
With no urge to defile