Blind Unfaith

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So often we see a withering tree
Standing there alone in winter’s cold day
That eyes are blind to snowflakes floating free
Floating free to this snowy winter’s sway
So often we see life as a season
And fly through toil on a single wing
We will complain of life without reason
As our reason hides in a frozen spring
How conceited we are, even so blind
That we’ve left wisdom and truth far behind





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