The Blind Man
Your eyes,
As white as a pearl,
Shuts you from seeing the world.
You wear black glasses,
To hide your eyes.
You use tools,
To guide you to your destination.
When our lord comes,
He will cure one of your kind,
From blindness.
Love adores,
then ignores,
what other's may see.
You can see,
What other people cannot.
Copyright © Annie Tsopelas | Year Posted 2016
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