By The Smoky Poet on April 13, 2013
When you close your eyes, tell me what you hear...
...now imagine a time, with vision unclear.
No faces to see, nor a car to drive...
...always needing help, while others deprive.
Going for long walks, you can't see the flowers...
...you stop to smell them, with new found powers.
So many new sounds, you have discovered...
...subtle nuances, of birds that hovered....
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