steady as a tree trunk,
warm as a leaf;
blind as a bat
with constant belief.
Tiny as a tear-drop
in a sea of salt;
poor as a rat
or plastic with a factory fault
I am I am,
I as in me....
Eye can, eye can;
I cannot see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Blind by what we ought to believe...Short and powerful poem... Remarkable works, Cate