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GOODNESS AS A VIBRATION

GOODNESS AS A VIBRATION I love only what is good, and this aesthetic Delights the blind man, for he can feel Shimmer like a moth at his elbow, my pathetic Sighs of creation in making what’s real, And he can distinguish the dark shrouds Of faces where wicked deeds were splendour, He can detect the feast of envy, and loud Avenues of fame, their soul’s provender. A child glistens with beauty like a rain- Drop, dancing with the feet of time, Innocence is bliss only when his pain Of not seeing is absent, for he hurts like lime Thrown in the faces of perceived sinners - Who say horses backed on principle are not winners.

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