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Blind love
They talked about dogs.
His was at home, probably sleeping.
Hers was there, trying to do the same.
He was talking to a girl,a pretty girl.
She was laughing at his words,
not his short overfed body.
Of his twelve years on Earth
this moment was the best.
The smile would stay on his face for days,
not erased by the cruel remarks of his peers.
He would live to be an old,old man.
Remembering a girl,a beautiful girl.
And the dog that led her way
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| rich, poignant...I wish I had the words but they are fleeting. You have a way with words that makes the reader not only see what you are saying outright, but also between the lines. You describe just enough for the imagination to soar, excellent job. |
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It's wonderful the way you empathise with him. And the joy you get from this harmless loving individual.
I don't for one moment think the girl is unsighted, just blind to prejudice. Thats what makes her so beautiful.
Great verbalisation from an understanding mind |
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| aw.. that was very neat! i liked it a lot! good work! |
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| This is great. I love it. Beautiful and sweet. Love the image of him smiling for days. |
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Beautiful. Another gentle postcard of the soul from you. The girl is blind isn't she? That's why she laughs at his words, does not judge the appearance, feels only the substance.
A touching piece from a man with a subtle gentle touch. |
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