The ashes are cold
Yet they prove there was fire
That kept us alive
When our chances were dire
The flame carries on
In our breath, in our pulse
And there’s more that was lost
That we bring along with us
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The ashes are cold
Yet they prove there was fire
That kept us alive
When our chances were dire
The flame carries on
In our breath, in our pulse
And there’s more that was lost
That we bring along with us