I closed my eyes and whispered to the wind about how wonderful the world feels—the splashing water beneath my feet, the birds singing in the saffron sky; the smell of the sea reminding me of our house by the shore; and the creaking planks beneath me, sturdy enough to bear my weight, though weathered by time.
Eyes still closed, I decide to savor this moment, for it may be the last time I feel such peace. With pollution and calamities slowly destroying our surroundings, who knows how long this place will remain? It might vanish in an instant, like a sudden lightning strike—leaving no trace of its beauty, no memory of its existence.
And as I open my eyes, all I see is darkness. Whether what I imagined was real or not, I’ll never know. People pity me because I cannot see. They say I am useless, not blessed with the gift of vision. But despite their pity, I know I am richer than the rest, for what I perceive is beyond what their eyes will ever grasp. In my world, beauty runs deeper than sight.
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Vivid
PoetryA collection of poems bound by visceral emotions and vivid imagery, this book captures the raw essence of the human emotional landscape. Each poem delves deep into the complexities of all emotions, revealing the intensity of sensation in every word.
