where I'm coming from-
you cannot "see"-self-blinded-
and not listening.
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Reach for the clouds. . .
Tickle your toes. . .
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strange tree, your flowers look like badminton birdies.
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Sadly true...
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true words.
ReplyDeleteCheers.
If ever a truer word was spoken. Well done.
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There are things the blind can see better than the sighted, but those who've blind themselves see little, if anything.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written!
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So true, beautiful. You are so good capturing emotion and depth into a few lines
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