Like fading lines
As the ink runs out
Our path through time
Leads minds to drought
So write your words
While the ink is bold
They’ll be harder to read
When you’ve grown old
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Like fading lines
As the ink runs out
Our path through time
Leads minds to drought
So write your words
While the ink is bold
They’ll be harder to read
When you’ve grown old