Tuesday, September 04, 2007


Should the light leave
My line of sight
And I lost my
Sense of seeing
My life would be
A thing of fright.
If the moon that is in the sky
Should disappear from my eye
The earth would become
A darksome kingdom.
If what I hear
Should disappear
The silent sound
Would quite resound.
If I lost my sense of touch
I would not feel very much.
Let me embrace this life
And not this kind of strife.


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