Misty morning,
Dark inside the forest
Blind enough to see tomorrow

Eyes and hands penniless
Mind and heart rotating over self
Ears and legs stationary

Young enough to see grey hairs
In the cold morning
Mourning for riches and luxuries

Stuck in ignorant love
Drowning in ashes to reveal truth
Mouths mocked up the sky

Blind eyes see at dark,
In between your mind
Dark days shine in the middle
Of the night

Life is blue black; mind, heart, and soul
God in difficulty...
Saviour of evil chains...
That "My Love" is my love


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