Everywhere I find,
An essence of the blind
A beauty gone unseen,
Disappearing under green.
It weaves in and around,
Following the familiar sound
For the people out of touch,
We connect our hearts as such.
Everywhere I find,
An essence of the blind
A beauty gone unseen,
Disappearing under green.
It weaves in and around,
Following the familiar sound
For the people out of touch,
We connect our hearts as such.
Beautiful!
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I like the hat in this sketch!
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My, what big eyes you have… 😉
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