believe it

I have not seen air,
I have not seen kings.
A blind has not seen anything
but he believes in everything,
with the stick he counts the floor
Believing that he will reach.
But we, with useless eye.
seeing all things- with ignorance
I am on the right way
as hurdle strikes me
But give me a pain. Why?
Because of unbelief
But now it does not pain me. Why?
Like the blind but with eye
start Believing
Now I can see anything
If doesn't exist I will make it to appear
World is left with the words:
" it's possible"

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