Beauty Of The Blind Poem by George Samuel

Hope for close eyes,
Their dreams are wide in the sky;
But not blind..
A destiny to incline,
They lead them on;
Everyday till noon.

Then he stumbles to bed,
His room black darkness feels like red;
A heavy mood in his mind before sleep,
He sees in his dreams, now he believes;
That truly the world exists,
A beauty the blind cannot resist.

Some beautiful, even cars,
But nothing could turn their scars;
They remain till the grave!
The best and brave.