BLIND

Sauntering in the garden, she was,

dabbing her wet eyes once and again

but the tears wouldn't appease

to not deluge her pretty face.

At last the wind whirled, only for her,

and the provoked vertigo rose to her face

as the tears seeped deep to dry.

Then it was the emerald grass,

stooping down

just to embrocate her tender feet.

She had fondled both,

the unctuous nudges of the whirl

and the affable tingling amid the grass.

Nature was acting parent

and the trees appended to the family,

exfoliating themselves

to beget the diffused smile of the girl.

Their leaves lumbered down

kissing the girl’s cheeks

and eventually laying beside her.

Nature exhorted her to smile

And she didn’t repel.

Yes, her lips curved to smile

But her soul wept for the nature

She could feel it, she couldn’t see it.