A sky filled with petals
The wind starts to rise
And take every flower
In front of our eyes
A spectacle fleeting
And gone in the breeze
Still the pollen remains
As I hold back a sneeze
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
A sky filled with petals
The wind starts to rise
And take every flower
In front of our eyes
A spectacle fleeting
And gone in the breeze
Still the pollen remains
As I hold back a sneeze