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Blinded Sense
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Old Unrefined Material Fallen to bleak existance,
Finding true peace,
Without pain or joy,
dull continuation.
no logic to move,
Lack of feeling to motivate,
fire that burned is gone,
icy grip of death grabs hold.
light that once was faded,
Warmth of being, drained,
But fragrance blows in,
And stirred is hope.
Reach and feeling,
familiarity brushed against,
taste of a past long lived,
Joyous noises are returned.
Last it should be seen,
beauty of the light far away,
reached itself over again,
essence of life is returned.
