Haft To My Cane
I was born blind
I know not my front or behind
I see none beyond my brows
My fantoms only heven knows.
Beauty a mere figment to me
For love i ponder what it can be.
I heard hope is like sunrise in dawn
In sheer darkness the light is born
But am awaken when the cock crows
For rays merely braize my empty brows
Foiling endevor to illuminate my sight
But the curse i bare an infinite plight.
Save your sorrow im blind for good
I have a vision too rarely understood
Paint my picture by words you say
Map my future by the love you pay
Yes you can
You can be the honest haft to my cane
#poyetik
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