Silence fell

The blind man was no Oedipus,no king
Around his form, peace hung,a lovely shawl
On his hand a golden wedding ring
The blind man was no Oedipus,no king
His wife had gone,his daughter comfort brings
She named the colours of the flowers like songs
So silence fell as if the sacred called
The blindman was no Oedipus,no king
Around his form peace hung like a kind shawl

I once found a blind man huddled in a shop doorway.He said the road drillimg was so loud he had lost his ability to know where he was.He held my hand and I turned back then all the men drilling stopped and silence fell.It is hard to describle how wonderful it felt.I took him over a dangerous road crossing then he said he knew where he was

If I didn’t have eye trouble I’d not have seen him

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