I wait in the street
For the windows to open
For the fresh hair to beat her face
I see her wake up
Gather her long dark hair
In to a bun and straighten her dress
I watch her come out
To the balcony and smile
At the many buds blooming fresh
I can't believe how a
Blind girl can feel beauty
Of life with such an amazing grace
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