Blind Winter

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I see beauty in the gray skies

Warmth in the cold winds

And peace in the darkness.



It is quiet, tranquil

As the clouds fill the morning treeline

And people get ready for another day.



But I stop and look

Because one day

We may not be able to see this.



~~~~~Writer's Note:

     I had lost sight for about a year and this poem actually became really powerful for me through the struggles of not knowing if I would have the same views ever again.~~~~~

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