A cold, gray storm
To wash out the Sun
That still shines through
In song as I run
Taking me back
To Summer’s lost land
Where the heat’s always felt
Anywhere that you stand
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
A cold, gray storm
To wash out the Sun
That still shines through
In song as I run
Taking me back
To Summer’s lost land
Where the heat’s always felt
Anywhere that you stand