In daylight, he walked, blindfolded.
Arrived at a place, undecided.
Then chose a path you soon will know
A way that's perfect it will show
You would ask how could this happen?
How's a man of sight he was deprived
Picked a route so exact and, right?
I asked and was answered:
"I decide from the heart
For never will the mind grasp
The logic of love have.
It hears the voices of the mute.
Feels the warmth of the cold.
Sees air as a series of floating strings,
Roaming around the world,
Connecting us all.
Mine is red and hers was teal
Tho distance we have in between,
Nothing could ever break something that can't be seen."
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