As a blind man,
I can't see anything.
Though, sight isn't my weakness.
I don't know how the leaves dance in the gushing wind,
but, I can feel it rushing against my skin.
I can't count the drops of rain that gravity brings to this land,
but, I can taste it when it refreshes my tongue.
I can't see the striking flashes of thunder,
but, I can hear the pounding below my feet.
As a blind man,
all i can see is darkness.
But, my touch, taste and hearing brings the pictures of life that fulfills my mind.
Making sight my strongest.
-Song M.
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| Photo by Luke M. |
