Chapter Forty-Six
My Mind's Eye A picture says a thousand words but what if I were blind?
Would the photo framed and hanging there keep its words confined? If I were born that way, how would each image be assigned? Images formed in my mind must certainly be redesigned. Touch would guide my mind if I were so inclined. But distant nature’s best can only be aligned Through the carefully crafted words on an artist’s canvass assigned. Gently she takes my hand an elixir in demand An...
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