Falling snow
And falling ash
She falls to her knees
As onlookers pass
As memories burn
There’s no urn left to keep
As the cold takes her tears
There’s none left to weep
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Falling snow
And falling ash
She falls to her knees
As onlookers pass
As memories burn
There’s no urn left to keep
As the cold takes her tears
There’s none left to weep