When the mind is blind...sight it finds
....In the strangest.....sort of places
Crowning flowers in the darkest hours
....That bouquet....of friendly faces
Discovering facts about oneself
....Others clearly already know
Darkest night's.....divining light
.....No greater pain 'tis so
Becoming aware...circumstance bare
.....A heart's desire once hidden...
Heretofore denied...that peek inside
Never knowing the soul was smitten....
Then crowning flowers in the darkest hours
....That bouquet...of friendly...faces
Sight it finds when the mind is blind
....In the strangest...sort.....of places
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