Melting away
Like the wicked witch
The snow on the ground
To a flooding ditch
Becoming a pond
When once it was solid
It changes its state
To escape the dirt squalid
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Melting away
Like the wicked witch
The snow on the ground
To a flooding ditch
Becoming a pond
When once it was solid
It changes its state
To escape the dirt squalid