Josh Blight Poems

We tread upon paths shrouded in darkness
following blindly the echoes of our hearts.
Constantly moving, souls bound in unrest,
vague longings of a peace never found.
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A gentle wind creeps slowly by
blowing strands of hair into your face.

The sun gleams brightly in your eyes
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Do you even dare look in the sky,
see the endless night?
Do you even dare open your eyes,
see the eternal fight?
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