Like ice on the wings
The cold becomes colder
And yet, as it does
The flames become bolder
Reclaiming the world
Reaching up to the sky
Melting your wings
As the world below fries
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Like ice on the wings
The cold becomes colder
And yet, as it does
The flames become bolder
Reclaiming the world
Reaching up to the sky
Melting your wings
As the world below fries