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My eyesight is beginning to dim

I can only imagine yr face with some elegance

To touch the smooth skin of it with a desire

As the darkness is all I see

But I dream in techincolor

Yr blue eyes are cascading through my mind

Though, they are full of pitiful tears

Don’t weep for me

I’ll get along alright

Just be there where my touch finds it

As yr voice guides me

Published inLoveSorrow

One Comment

  1. A moving poem about drifting into the dark world of blindness all the while adjusting relationship with those who would be left behind in a seeing world. But what is sight really if those gifted with working eyes could not see with the heart or the mind or soul!?

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