WITH MY EYES BLINDFOLD

 Something of nothingness,

yet fulfilling the emptiness

Something that knows,

of the words unknown

Something that blows,

but the wind doesn't know

Something of the praises,

by the wonderous beleifs 

Something of the passion,

that my hands can't hold

Maybe if I knew,

of a place as such

I would have stepped in,

with my eyes blindfold

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