The Power of a Closed eye


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On the fall of the tender screens

When the shimmering sphere hides

And sight conceals itself

To allow vision to touch skies


When reality chooses silence

Fantasy chooses to cry

When light doesn't leave an impression

Darkness' words prevail high


The seedling that meets the open eye

Yields fruits of love in the closed

The smoke that disturbs the real

Becomes pretty mist in the poet's world


In a glimpse of darkness

Spark turns into fire

That moment of closedness

Strong enough to meet all desires


What a closed eye can attain,

A chiliad open ones cannot

Because then,

The power to feel 

And see the unborn is sought


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