The Blind

The years jest Skipping swiftly Leaving a mess The human memory In the resulting din Of unnecessary chaos Hides the essential mean To bring guidance to the lost All it takes To set all aright Are well placed stakes Upon heavenly might Witnessing fate In its invisible working One step to take To inevitable waking Hearing words true chanel handbags Will in time shed light Amidst hint and clue Guidance shines bright Steps upon sand takes further Introspection dawns upon man Each observation makes clear The law that governs all that stand Darkness pales against moonlight Yet the opposite seems true The rewards of wrong and right Reflect this proof Clear as it seem Shining like the sun Ignorance hangs like a dream Blotting out truth divine The blind sees not Beyond the veil As he stumbles with thought Pummeled by worldly hail

The Winds

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Trapped

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Fade

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Finding Perfection

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