Bury the forest
Bury the dead
A dark wooden coffin
Becomes a new bed
The wood is as lifeless
As the one it contains
No hope to grow roots
In the ground it remains
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Bury the forest
Bury the dead
A dark wooden coffin
Becomes a new bed
The wood is as lifeless
As the one it contains
No hope to grow roots
In the ground it remains