BLIND AND DARK [B.A.D]
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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