I sit, I read, I cry
The words dance in my mind
Images flash through my soul
And my heart aches
I grieve for the soul blind
The ones who cannot see
Who cannot feel
The joy, the music, the hope
They read, recite and listen
But can discern no comfort
Just empty hollowness
Droning on through time
I wish the gift of sight
For those who cannot see
For ones blind to the beauty
Simple words can bring
They should dance across the page
And give your soul wings
For to read with no understanding
Is the greatest sorrow of all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem