blind and kind
pity party in the evening
handicapped people in sight
eating pastries at noon
can't see colors or light
through mind and soul
sympathy and saints
blind and mute
oil pastels and she paints
the darkness of life
on the brink of death
holding the knife
cannot equate his wealth
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thoughts [poetry book vol. 1]
Poetry''poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.'' - robert frost
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