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What the Blind Can see
Contributed by
freespirit
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Friday, 28th May 2004 @ 01:55:52 AM in AEST
Topic:
fantasy
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As I cry out in the night will one person hear?
Will one person see that I have no fears?
The color of ones skin isn’t important to me
For the blind know no color yet the world I can see
I can smell the fresh air on a cold winter day
I hear the laughter of the voices of my loved ones so dear
I can feel the softness of pestles on the flowers I grow
I can hear the birds singing and the wind that blows
I hear the drums in the distance I hear what they say
The great spirits are with you they will guide you each day
As I walk the path in darkness im glad that I am free
For the blind know no color because they can’t see
When people ask don’t you wish this world you could see?
My reply has and will always be No thank you
For this world full of color prejudice I don’t want to see
Now Close your eyes and enter my world
Isn’t it amazing why colors don’t matter to me
Written by
Dorothy Calvert
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Re: What the Blind Can see
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by StrangeLittleGirl on
Friday, 28th May 2004 @ 08:17:30 AM AEST
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| Very meaningful poem. Very well written :) |
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Re: What the Blind Can see
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by Pyrofungus on
Friday, 28th May 2004 @ 06:05:34 PM AEST
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Thats beautiful!
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Re: What the Blind Can see
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 7th June 2004 @ 10:28:40 PM AEST
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It is very sad that sighted people can be so blind. We judge with our eyes instead of our hearts. Spirits weep because of this.
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