Blinded Times

by Rhinehalt   Jan 9, 2005


Clouded mind.
See-through thoughts.
Blind angels
Cry to fate.
Tearful drops
Fall to grace.
Pray of grief
Carries nowhere.
Echoing voice
Calls the wind.
Rivers pass
And cut in half.
Thunder rise.
Lightening flash.
Cries of hope
Raise up high.
One's ears
Hears all.
Rain fall
On the cold.
Faithful warmth
Heeds to seek.
Stormy front
Thicken on.
Believers still
Hold on tight.
Melody's skill
Stays the night.

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