The urge to breathe
The urge to speak
Are taken away
When the heart grows weak
But the air still stands ready
A gasp or a word
After an absence
Will always be heard
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The urge to breathe
The urge to speak
Are taken away
When the heart grows weak
But the air still stands ready
A gasp or a word
After an absence
Will always be heard