A whole world without sight,
What would it be like?
To be locked in the dark by nature,
Not being able to behold it's finest giftings?
All we do,
Is feel with our hands.
To hear the Earth's most quiet conversations amidst the World's noise.
Hearing the wind, whistling and
The Eagle's strongest wings fluttering across the skies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem