Blind


the darkest nights crumble
to unravel dreamy vanilla skies
the still crystal waters
shuffle endless life inside
the dazzle of the moon
lives hidden in the black smoky nights
sometimes even the glimmer of gold
is enveloped by whirling dust
sometimes a broken heart
paints a fake smile
there is always more to art
then that seen by the naked eye

-don't judge a book by its cover

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