Life is constantly flowing.
Souls whisper lost sound from the ripped surfaces.
All you feel is a cool mooned breeze backing all the mysterious legend.
Nobody can have her eyes.
We all see in blind retribution..
Is it our crooked hearts.
Darkest minds, or a place full of greed.
We must see..We must be free..
Can't you see with the eyes of the river.
Or are we blind
- Authors: Bluesdigup
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- Finished: January 14th, 2017 10:00
- Limit: 6 stanzas
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- Category: Spiritual
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