Black Light
It's breathtaking! So I am often told:
The sparkle in a mother's loving eyes;
The glint of an amorous joy in a coy bride;
The hearthside gleam on a cold winter night;
A glimmer of hope to the lost and forsaken...
But what would I know? I was born blind!
Copyright © Abdul Malik | Year Posted 2012
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