Blinded spirits , by ---N-o-n-e-x-i-s-t-e-n t---
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How smart it would be to stay?
While everything is fading away
Is it true what they say?
That we are being fooled in a massive way
By locking are souls in the cells of yesterday
By weeping the absence of sun ray
By being actors in a dummy play
Why can't we feel the greatness of today?
Why can't we see more colors than gray?
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Posted: 2007-08-23 01:30:51 UTC |
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2010-03-11 15:05:10 | Convalescence |
It seems sometimes we don't see the colors, we feel them, if you know what I mean. Good poem. |