What if everybody goes blind?


If everybody was blind,
the world would be prettier.
Even if the colors were left behind
we, together, could become grittier.
No more talking about esthetics
only about pure ethics.

My psyche and its poetry,
tells me very solely:
"That would ruin cosmetics,
and all the dummy synthetics."

And I smile like a pearl,
I smile because of that girl,
who always looked up to belle idols,
finally finding out his inner idylls.

I smile because of that boy
who could never fill the void
of his bemused muscular form,
which gave him an insults sandstorm...

If everybody was blind,
finally you would:
come with closed eyes,
not with a closed mind...

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