Hiding in a beautiful cave
Listen to the twinkling lights
That he made there
Pupils wide and skin pale
Blind though he knows
his home
by the feel of the stone
In the shell of the land
Hiding from the shadows
Of light outside
Listening to the twinkle
of water drops
To hide from shadows
is to live in the dark
Smashing stones for sparks
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 7:58 PM UTC
Hiding in a beautiful cave
Listen to the twinkling lights
That he made there
Pupils wide and skin pale
Blind though he knows
his home
by the feel of the stone
In the shell of the land
Hiding from the shadows
Of light outside
Listening to the twinkle
of water drops
To hide from shadows
is to live in the dark
Smashing stones for sparks
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