“You have a luminous voice, my dear”
husked the elderly gentleman
“but I am blind you see.
I want to picture the
beauty of countenance
that must accompany
those ethereal notes.”
demure and retiring by nature
in politeness she complied
“I am auras of sweetness and light
throbbing technicolor fantasy
possessed of midnight
magnetism bewitching
many a black hole.”
with the faintest flutter-kiss
nigh imperceptible
she vanishes
he swore he saw it all
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Sometimes, those who can physically see seem to see clearly than the rest of us, who are not visually impaired, because they see with their hearts and minds, while normal people like us, only see with our eyes!
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This reads like a legend of the fae. I liked the feel of it.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome.
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