I am blind
I see not the green trees
I see only their reflection in the cool
breeze.
I am deaf
I hear not the Robin's jest
I hear only the melody of his friendly
breast.
I am dumb
I speak not the heart's beat
i speak only living's momentary
heat.

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Cuttlebone and Cobwebs
PoetryThe beauty of everything from in the land sea and sky from Cuttlebones to Cobwebs