The blind man

Fozzy

He cannot see the morning mist but he can feel the autumn breeze,

He cannot see the trees changing colour but he can hear the rustling of leaves,

He only knows the seasons are changing from the cooler winds outside,

He is used to the fact now he will never be eagle eyed.

But his other senses are heightened by his plight,

The sweet smell,The sweet voice,The sweet touch for which he doesnt need sight,

He lives with how he is with just one big regret,

That on the beach with his love, he cant watch the sunset. 

  • Author: Fozzy (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 12th, 2021 07:52
  • Category: Reflection
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  • L. B. Mek

    'He is used to the fact now he will never be eagle eyed.

    But his other senses are heightened by his plight'..
    there's a glimpse of the memories
    being reminisced, as these words
    are being written,
    and it's adds, a deeper layer
    to your words,
    such a warming read, despite
    its mourning sentiment's, thank you
    for sharing,
    and setting it in that Autumnal
    moody romance, was a great touch

  • Fozzy

    Thank you so much for your observations. I do appreciate them

  • Caring dove

    Lovely but sad writing ... very nicely expressed

  • Fozzy

    Cheers teddy. You got it

  • tema

    brilliant mate



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