Travelling Blind (October 2011)
The Road is clear
the air and the birds
and likelark clear
skylark clear
Skylark blue as the clouds
breathing the honey I crave
I sit back and
smell, feel and touch
The Wind, very soft
touches my face
with its blue caresses
as the sky
and the clouds are travelling free
to all the Places I would go
each day
as I sit in my chair
never, ever moving
just Travelling Blind
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