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What is it like not to see? I can imagine the darkness Partial or complete But what of everything else? Would touching of the skin in the throngs of passion Fill you with even more ecstasy Would it help paint a picture in the mind Seeing through the fingertips Brushing metal bumps Seeing Henley Being like him, unconquered How must it feel to inhale And smell every delicate scent Or every putrid odor The sweet aroma of fresh lavender The putrid stench of a dark alleyway A blessing and a curse Sometimes, it is said that you hear better when you cannot see You are keener to the sounds that surround you It makes me wonder How blissfully amazing it must be to hear Beethoven's ninth in its full glory Uninterrupted by the distractions of sight Hearing every note as if the orchestra was in your ears Blindness is a condition I do not wish on anyone Yet it would truly be splendid Could we appreciate The magnificence that surrounds us As does someone who has lost something so dear as his sight To Maria
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Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 11:00 PM UTC
How must it be,
What is it like not to see? I can imagine the darkness Partial or complete But what of everything else? Would touching of the skin in the throngs of passion Fill you with even more ecstasy Would it help paint a picture in the mind Seeing through the fingertips Brushing metal bumps Seeing Henley Being like him, unconquered How must it feel to inhale And smell every delicate scent Or every putrid odor The sweet aroma of fresh lavender The putrid stench of a dark alleyway A blessing and a curse Sometimes, it is said that you hear better when you cannot see You are keener to the sounds that surround you It makes me wonder How blissfully amazing it must be to hear Beethoven's ninth in its full glory Uninterrupted by the distractions of sight Hearing every note as if the orchestra was in your ears Blindness is a condition I do not wish on anyone Yet it would truly be splendid Could we appreciate The magnificence that surrounds us As does someone who has lost something so dear as his sight To Maria
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Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 11:00 PM UTC
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