Monday, June 2, 2014


Multiple colors, vivid images—
those were the things she sees.
She had the gift of dreaming, in peace.
Opening a book with hundreds of pages.

Ultimate dark, absolute nothingness—
those were the only things he sees.
It doesn't dream, that mind of his.
Several plays held in empty stages.

The girl who watches everything at night,
met the man who stared at blankness.
And thus the light shined through the darkness—
for she finally saw the girl's smile so bright.

And to that we can conclude:
the man who was blind at rest
had a dream at last, and it was the best.
and his was the truly bright-hued.

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