For The Blind Poem by james watkin

For The Blind



Over springing ground
Unseeing winds chose
One is led, if not complete
By the organ, nose.

Up a Scilla's silks
Unseen for whose dyes
One is led, if not entire
By the fingers' eyes!

Wednesday, September 4, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: flower,wind
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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