Wednesday, March 9, 2011

place your hands before her eyes
and teach her to believe you
stumbling forward; blinded from good judgment.
she waits to be told where to go

counting steps; a false hope beyond her foot.
the sights she is deprived of are so beautiful to her
paintings she smells and sculptures she tastes
such an alluring sight; blind with a better view than the seer.

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