BraillleA Poem by Linda alexanderNothing should never ever limit you, the person in this poem is not blind physically
Blind, secluded in the middle of four walls
Still can read the in between lines of Othello Feel the song of wind at the backyard Feel the softness of the wild roses Can vividly see the colors of the rainbow Hear incessant rushing of hail Feel the cold piercing through the bones Virtue of being blind and secluded
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Added on February 11, 2014Last Updated on February 11, 2014 AuthorLinda alexanderNew Hyde Park, NYAboutI am a writer and I used to write since I was nineteen years old. I grew up in a house with huge library. I read some of those books to be accurate I will say very few. I saw individuals reading day a.. more.. |

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