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Looking Blind




Misted with blindness,
Hazel-brown.
I wish for their kindness,
Instead they frown.
They cannot see,
What I see clearly,
They reach out and touch me,
I love them dearly.
But still they’re blind,
My love unknown
They leave me behind,
So that now I’m alone.

 

by Dave