A blind man steps,
Onto the soft, fragranced pillow,
Of a flower-drenched land,
And takes the hand of his fellow passenger,
Who sees the floral wonderment,
And steps aside,
So as not to crush the blooms.
The blind man’s feet,
Disappear beneath the pollen waft,
Scent upward, fills his nostrils
A parade of beauty,
His seeing friend,
Cautiously sidestepped.

Copyright Diny FvK


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