white blindness, by Anna Lorena Subscribe to rss feed for Anna Lorena

Cutting through white blindness

Comforting Black of closed lids
Creates dreams within the Nothing
Frees the mind from daily fetters
And relieves the body of strains

Lets one travel without moving
Lets one fly with their own wings
Lets visions pleasing to hopes
Exist however the mind concieves

Cutting through white blindness
Posted: 2005-03-19 03:18:39 UTC

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2005-05-12 17:29:34wishing_on_stars
I really like this one