The bid, “he is sightless”.
True, and I agree
Nor me, or thee is to see him
Alternatively, point him
As for the errors,
They all take residence in blindness
Not a felony is as it is
But a pledge
A ranking that aid us to pass,
To extent an arena that will near, convey malice
Baptized the other around
For us to shriek until departure,
Have the smirk of a moment
After, and while time keeps hoarding
It discomforts so much
The agony above our experience
Bottomless, and plain
To let go-off is nor liberation
Where else nobody, knows how it will be precisely
At least figure close
It takes each second to keenness
Express joy in somebody’s absence
Wail in attendance
Wishes that solves the unknown
And acts that broadens the malice
And arguments that keeps approaching
When the typical weather is ever changing
