Colorful Vision Poem by Mac Adrone Adonay

The eyes were closed but the vision was bright
The sight was rough but sharp as laser beams
Yet it was dim but there is inner light
Enclosed to the region of living dreams
The blind noble young man ask himself when
Is the day that will open the sight’s door
Like other lucky men, he wants to see
Man of hope, he waits the things to happen
Like planes, his imaginations explore
With deep belief, he did rejoice with glee
Different thoughts in his mind, flow and roll
It was just a sweet music in his soul
In the sight of normal; there’s a greater one
That’s the colorful vision of a blind man.