A dusty jacket
Waiting for Winter
Patiently hanging
And counting the days
Until it is lost
Forgotten and wasted
A new one is bought
Though the old is still there
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
A dusty jacket
Waiting for Winter
Patiently hanging
And counting the days
Until it is lost
Forgotten and wasted
A new one is bought
Though the old is still there