"Sightless"

I love to see the earth and trees,
To feel the rocks and sense the breeze.

The hear the chatter that leaves do speak,
The rush of water from sparkling creek.

A flight of birds to hearing turns,
There a heart with doe in tow.

For blind was I and still can't see,
A world that seems so far from me.

@ D. Bradley

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