When vision be my friend,
the darkness be no bound,
all that I feel, I see,
my senses are profound.
To touch and feel a flower,
is sense not all can taste,
for vision be my friend,
he cannot feel this way.
No eyes ought to feel the touch,
how special it can be,
but close your eyes and touch a rose,
and feel a thorn just for me.
For feeling of a thorn will tell,
the true nature of a flower,
for vision be my friend,
this is one of darkness power.
'21st June,2007'
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