My eyes

January 21, 2018
Barefoot and alone
The petals of the sun
Give warmth to my soles
And soul alike.
The raindrops
Like pearls harvested from God's farm
Caress my cheeks like my mother would.
My eyes
Like a glass brimful
Of the ocean so salty
Longs for the sight
Of nature and not darkness.
- The diary of a blind girl

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