An Apology for the Truly Blind
Sight is not the only way to see.
By Antonia CameronPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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In the black
Grass sings its melodies softly
Wind dances happily with stars
Sunshine brings a warm pulse
Nothing every off key
Sounds of steps approach
Then humbly recede
Without any light or dark
There is so much more
Underneath
I will always cry for you
With all your underappreciated sight
You may never even know
You may go through life never to feel
All that is balanced and right
All you will understand is a theoretical fright
How could I explain
That sadness has left me
For an event marred with pain
When my eyes grew dim
Was when I began to live.
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About the Creator
Antonia Cameron
I'm 21 and I've always written. I just don't believe loving a career path could be enough to make it come true and my son comes first
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