Tuesday, October 30, 2007


The blind sings all his heart out
a celebration of freedom
no shades of color but solid darkness
tamed and justified.

Someone speaks of happiness and true love
only for a moment
the truth seems so far
never to be acquainted nor seen.

Time is the key keeper
for hearts filled with loving
dreams so vivid
only second-thoughts in reality.

One day we'll get what we deserve
no bleeding shall occur
a simple wish granted
no evidence of memory, not even a trace.

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