Blind

Hanford Lam

 

Building a sandcastle on the beach,

Lulling waves gently caress the shore,

In between your toes, fine grains of sand

Night creeps in but you don’t realise

Darkness veils you eternally.

 

Beside you stands a kerosene lamp

Lit and burning strongly, brightening.

In your eyes, reflections flicker, but

Nothing compares to the lulling waves,

Devoted, unlike a blind child’s flame.

 

 

 

*A short poem because of a 10 line limit =]

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