The seven trumpets
Depend on our hearing
If nobody listens
The end could be nearing
And we’d never know
Till the first fatal blow
The first trumpet sounds
There’s still six left to go
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The seven trumpets
Depend on our hearing
If nobody listens
The end could be nearing
And we’d never know
Till the first fatal blow
The first trumpet sounds
There’s still six left to go