The end of a world
Words fall in the shredder
To be torn apart
To small bits of paper
Then dust in the wind
Lives not to be read
The words that were written
Will never be said
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The end of a world
Words fall in the shredder
To be torn apart
To small bits of paper
Then dust in the wind
Lives not to be read
The words that were written
Will never be said