Staring out
The blinds-drawn window
Hearing the sounds
Not seeing at all
The walls that block out
The view anyway
It’s a blessing the Sun
Can tell that it’s day
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Staring out
The blinds-drawn window
Hearing the sounds
Not seeing at all
The walls that block out
The view anyway
It’s a blessing the Sun
Can tell that it’s day