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blind

The sun shines,
The grass sways,
The trees creek,
but I see nothing.
Only the darkness my life as become.
I see no beauty or flaw.
some say I'm lucky, why?
I can't see the punch line in any joke,
or the sunset on any horizon.
Yet there is one shining light in my void of darkness.
I can't see the end in any day,
so I keep looking forwards,
each and every night





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