Une Balade - Poem by Joseph Balikuddembe
To be a blind man is to walk with your eyes closed,
and never trip.
or to wander in the wilderness,
and never get lost.
it is to perceive home as a planet,
where the sun rises and never sets.
it is to perceive the sound of a storm,
as a horn sounded on the highest mountain,
or sunshine as a fire that never burns out.
it is to draw a virtual world,
as a representation of,
your imagination of the world.
the elixir of the sorrows of a blind-man,
is the hope of a lifetime,
the hope to blend the virtual world with reality,
the hope to see again,
likewise is the stroll through the country,
when you listen an watch with your heart,
to the reeking sound of the locusts,
or watch the first dew fall,
on the first grass.
have you ever seen the sunrise,
with the sky on fire,
or the wind blow so restlessly,
have you ever seen a day,
longer than a troubled night,
the stroll through the country,
is such as an experience.
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