One is blind, when he cannot see.
As he grasp on nothing,
And whispers on the wrong corner.
He sees nothing.
But he feels you.
What the eye cannot fathom,
His mind imagines.
With the palm of his hands,
He sculpts and create.
Though it gets darker and darker.
His mind lingers on that
One thing he cannot complete.
Tears fall down as he hears
Voices--far and far away.
Farther and farther, until--
One is blind, but he opens his eyes.
Darkness is still side by side,
But light is under the door
He could feel the warmth.
The light beckons.
Tears fell.
The one thing he could not
Complete, is left undone.
Tears fell.
It was no longer dark.
#RM
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