The water spilled
Forgets its shape
As it falls and crawls
Across the floor
Once tall and proud
Now but a puddle
To dry up soon
And fully lose form
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The water spilled
Forgets its shape
As it falls and crawls
Across the floor
Once tall and proud
Now but a puddle
To dry up soon
And fully lose form