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Jun 2021
Cannot see your
Flowing dress
Dancing in
The Summer's
Breeze
Nor hear your
Steps
On cold concrete
Echoing in the
Dreary night
Cannot  taste the
Freshly brewed coffee
Steaming from your cup
But can smell
Your fresh perfumed
Hair permeating
The Darkened sky
Reminding me
How good it is
To have my friend
All around
Saw a movie in which someone could see.   though
Blind.
Written by
Mary Anne Norton
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