Blind Man...

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This poem speaks about a simple wish of a blind man. We, who can see, we do not know the value of the colors around us. By this poem, the blind man, teaches us the value of colors. A simplest desire of a blind man.

Submitted: March 16, 2012

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Rivers dream, blue
Sky, maybe it's true.
I have heard the sun,
bright in the morning noon.
Stuck in the deep dark light,
I see colours,
of different hue.

The trees are green,
for you, i have heard
that they go with the moon.
With the white light,
I feel them too,
I wish...
you can feel too (aswell).

Cold dark night
doesn't make me sad.
It's just a feeling
I always have.
So I feel the colors,
which you could see.
I have just one wish,
to see them too.

Maybe I know the true
value, unlike you.
You mock me,
but I see more than you.
Not the sadness,
Not the gloom.
I just want to see the colors,
green, white and blue...


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