Walk With Our Eyes Closed
What is it like to see,
The starlit sky or windswept tree.
What is it like to hear,
The river’s tune or rain clouds’ tear.
What is it like to feel,
The water’s warmth or waves of steel.
Alas I do not know.
Though we stumble without sight,
Though our blindness is exposed,
Maybe it is easier
To walk with our eyes closed.
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