The years were few that I could see
I saw at ten the beauty flee
Darkness came so gradually
Short days, long nights
Blindness could not take joy from me
Only my sight
The memories are vivid still
Of butterflies and Autumn hills
The green of Spring and daffodils
The dreams so bright
My world of fantasy now filled
With chasing light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautifully crafted write. It expresses that joy could still be felt despite blindness due to beautiful memories we gathered in life. Great piece.10