Tag: blindness
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Open Door
The wind suddenly threw open the door / and swept in a heap of leaves. / Sniffed, tugged at the curtain, / touched everything, stroked it with its breath, / and swiftly made its exit.
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The Red Dress
When dear summer makes its appearance, / dresses lighten, bright and pleasant; / I’m the sole one, an exception, / sheathing myself in a bold red garment.
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Don’t Cry Child
Don’t cry child / autumn will not live long in our land / he is like a poor man who is blind / the wind leads him by his hand