Blind Man's Braille
For long i longed to meet in greetings
the sight of the morning.
My eyes with glasses to hide from the harm
of the darkness of day.
As i saw no faith in my last hope,
cometh was the braille.
And my hands started to see more clearer,
beyond wishes of my eyes.
So i writ a note with suicidal thoughts, a death note for my eyes had already died and awaken was the view in my hands.
So i raised dots ink on a transparent paper a see
through, for i was to see through it.
As for all was written in thoughts , "my transparent paper",
the brailled
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