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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