What the blind may see

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    What the blind may see
    The sounds of airplanes and cars
    The smell of blossoming flowers
    The taste of rain upon my face

    The gentle touch of children
    The voice of all who are talking and crying
    The music playing soft and loud

    The hot sun in the summer
    The cool breezes in spring
    The snow that melts as it falls
    And the cold in winter

    As I sit in this dark that God has given
    I take in all the worlds possesions
    I see differently than you
    And I am blessed to do so

    Close your eyes and see my world
    I think you will say as I
    Sight is in your mind
    Not always from your eyes.


    Ruth S Blow
    Copyright ©2009 Ruth S Blow

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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