the unknownA Poem by ZmHanger burns blood runs cold the world a place of the unknown hearts beat slow then fast feelings, dreams we all wish could last colors, skeems all sorts of things unknown by me, unknown by you the things we known seem like 2 plus 2 deversion and division black and white so many things out of sight the world a place of the unknown we live, we learn all that can be learned but yet our souls still burn for answers and explanation the sensation, of knowing all the world is a place of the unknown © 2009 ZmH |
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