What’s seen


You are only as good, as the eyes being seen with.
Don't accept anything less, than seen being perfect.
A blind man once saw, light through darkness.
He was lead by heart and not by objects.
He felt his way to, not with his hands.
With God sending his love.
Perfecting this blind man.

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