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If the 'Blind' Could See
If only the hateful blind could see
All the vistas of felicity
Found in here, and found in there
Found everywhere at every stare
Found in the sea which marine adore
It's placidly waves pours colors azure
Found in the night with light above
Of luminous colors as white as dove
Found in the depths of every grotto
A gleaming gem; a winning lotto
If only they could freeze and ponder
Abandon stress, free to glance a-yonder
I can only imagine what they'd find
Like all creature's souls, one of a kind
In forests would they find roses, berries?
Taste sweetened juice and spy canaries?
Find beehives stacked with sugared honey?
One spoon full is all to omit money
Traverse beaches, deserts, full of sand!
Cling onto essence: nature's hand!
Could they feed their eyes a blossom tree?
Who's full beauty even I can't see?
Would their eyes venture the afternoon?
An atlas, pigments red and blue?
View land on mountains, glazed with snow
Sky full of lamps, the rest below
From that view, they'd see it all
The sea, the sky and leaves in fall
They'd see caves and coves and beach's shores!
Gems, berries, honeys, all galore!
The view would force their eyes to pour!
Joy streaming in their inner core!
They'd be it too! Something inside!
The heart's most deepest joy be pried!
Their senses overran by all
The largest beauties of all things small
Oh if only a wicked eye could see...
The marvel of our majesty~
Copyright ©
Luna Schwartz
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