Blanket of ignorance start to unfold.
Blindness has led me bold
yet naïve, to this strange place
where life is a woven web of lace.
Life, enchant me.
Blanket of ignorance is growing old,
deep rooted in religious holds,
that no longer matter in this space.
Life enchant, be
Blanket of ignorance is making me cold.
Get rid of it swiftly; coaxed, cajoled.
Leave, inexperience, from this face;
Learn to live with growing pace.
The soul inside has not been sold.
Life enchant, see.
I think this is great, , , blanket of wisdom to take and hold... One Peace at a Time, Deana
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A wise and thoughtful choice of words here in such a wonderful poem