The world's beauty I long to behold
Like to distinguish colors I was told
Wished to hold those cotton clouds
they say rushed in the sky big and proud.
The light I could barely see;
sight was deprived from me.
I like to sit at night at the park,
love the sweet singing of the lark.
But why does the world seems too chaotic?
Have you no eyes to foresee,
what is coming to be?
You seem more pathetic than me.
yes,sight I may have not
yet can see thru my heart.
you said am a burden,
your thoughts are more of a villain.
Through the darkest of the night
I cry not of my loss of sight.
my heart goes more to you
who has lost sight of what is true
an entry on @Dolores giveaway
for mechanins pls refer to this link
https://read.cash/@Dolores/my-first-ever-giveaway-join-earn-and-improve-879c7319
Nice poem I guess