A slithering shadow
Escaping the Sun
As the sky bleeds red
It’s on the run
To the trees, to the woods
To hide for the day
Making somewhere to rest
When we’re tired of play
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
A slithering shadow
Escaping the Sun
As the sky bleeds red
It’s on the run
To the trees, to the woods
To hide for the day
Making somewhere to rest
When we’re tired of play