Blind Wonderland

The shadows creeping on the ground
cause me no fear i make no sound
for when true darkness comes i know
that it will banish pain and woe

the ground grows soft beneath my feet
the meadow stretches the smells more sweet
the rags i wear, a gown of silk
reancid water i drink becomes good clean milk

i wander through this land of mine
oblivious to passing time
and in this place nobody cries
no salty tears or shimm'ry eyes

in mirrors, I SEE, my wide eyed face
nobody needs a saving grace
unlike the world which we live in
i feel no shame i have commited no sin

so here i lie beside my lake
how many hours until i wake
i hear no sound i feel no fear
i know my wonderland will disappear^^

by Lexi Smith

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