linded Souls
I‘m in, but out
Everyone‘s near, but far away
Running around
Hiding from each other
Blinded Souls
Heads in dark clouds
Washing hands to be ok
Eyes on the ground
Hiding from each other
Blinded Souls
We‘ll meet early in the morning
Misty air in our lungs
walking over dewy grass
waiting for the sun
to enlighten our
Blinded Souls
Rebecca Wysingle
© 2020
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