Tuesday, 30 December 2014

Poem. Blind

"A lost author in thought"

The world is blind, I think today
a plague has ruined my life
If none can see, then who can succeed
in the dreary morning I write?
We are cursed, sightless children we breed...

An epic novel is but a blank piece of paper
to a blind man who cannot read

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