The world is blind
To the ones that feel it
My chair reclines
To affect a feeling
Atoms combine
To create a being
My hair, tangled as vines
Enhance a crime
The stars a line,
And spits to stop time
The population declines
And the world remains blind
To the one who feel it
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On The Spot Poems
PoetryThese are poems, I hope you enjoy them. They come from my heart, and whatever emotions I feel at 1 AM... Have fun, indulge in them if you will. Thank you, Merci, Gracias, Danke and Spasibo
