City Of Blinds
I live in a city of blinds,
I wake up from life,
To fall asleep in light,
Can’t open my blinds to the blind.
A blind man walks his blind dog,
To the left, the right,
Just enough to sense the light
And feel the warmth.
Even flowers, plotted in soil
Take in the light and live.
The blind man ignores the day.
He is immortal.
Death a surprise.
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