Blindness Poem by Chloe Mccartney

Blindness



The perfume of a summer rose
The humming of a bee
The gentle touch a soft wind brings
These things mean much to me
The handclasp of a steadfast friend
The sun's rays warm and kind
To, me these things are life itself
Perhaps, because I'm blind

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Chloe Mccartney

Chloe Mccartney

New York
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