The Blind Girl

I hear a distant call of a robin
And open my heart for the warmth of sunshine
Sweet fragrance of nearby flowers wakes my soul
And my fingers touch the soft and fragile petals
But I do not know whether they smile with me
As the darkness rules my world now.

In a moment I sense a change in weather,
I hear the wind is howling
And leaves cry in pain
Knowing that my heart also aches with pain,
As I remind how I used to play in green meadows
Under the arms of sunshine
Before that tragic accident.

Hour by hour the clock strikes
And loneliness whisper in my ear
As I stare at the darkness
Wondering whether black is the universal colour
But I hear footsteps nearby me
Say “poor blind girl staring at those walls again.”

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