Poema Pueri Tempidi [Part II]


i am unblind: for once now
the trees are green to me
and i am left pondering how
i felt them in the breeze.

how once did i walk
with my hair over my eyes?
how again did each growing stalk
elude my in my demise?

when i walked upon this ground
i left my ears so deaf and still,
i payed no mind to look around
and see the girls through window sills.

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