The clouds change constantly
Slaves to the wind
Controlling their form
And the water within
This state is as free
As matter can get
Till it falls from the sky
With no dreams to regret
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The clouds change constantly
Slaves to the wind
Controlling their form
And the water within
This state is as free
As matter can get
Till it falls from the sky
With no dreams to regret