You can see three layers. That tree can see thousands. Perhaps because it is a thief Or a cannibal, Eating visions of its own kind.
One step, then two more. It took twenty minutes to walk U P. I was U P HIGH, very high. All the way ON the top. BUT then I remembered I forgot my keys, AND D O W N I went.
Painting a picture with words, So powerful, yet invisible, She spun the blinds man a tale with the Silk of her soul, and how The trees danced to the music Of the wind; a ball sails Through the air on the Waves of her thoughts. Was he really blind? Or was it just figurative? It was their relationship. A scale. Both of their eyes shielded By glass, two people, yet Two ideas entwined into another, A new year possibly breaking them Apart, only for them to find each other Again, Like magnet to magnet. The weaver, the girl, showing him the Way, Even through their wordlessness Relationship, Communications made entirely With smiles and gestures. Were they mute? No, she had to fulfill A hard reasoning with herself, A silent time to open his eyes, Show him her world, show him the sun.
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