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Blind Days

A poem about blindness

Photo by Joey Nicotra on Unsplash

Blurs of white
limit your views
of what’s ahead.

Nothing there
except for blurry ripples
of dust sprinkling
in the air.

The falling fluff
settling
on your skin
tickling sensations
felt not seen.

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