Man's eyes see what is visible,
not the things that are viewless;
Alluring lakes and rivers
overflow with water of gladness.
Tired eyes though don't enjoy
the beauty and wonder in sight;
Amazing scene in front
fades into the shadow of the night.
Quest for the most elegant place,
Using not the sense of sight;
Ever beautiful promised land
offers undying delight.
Thanks you so much, Manonton... I've treasured your comment for almost two years now👍👍👍
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Man's eyes see what is visible, not the things that are viewless; Alluring lakes and rivers overflow with water of gladness. Impressive write, sir Bernard.