Closing my eyes

The wind in my hair

The sun on my face

A chill breeze

Blows through grass

But a warm light

Is shining from the sky

Beauty, though one may be blind

Song, though one may be deaf

Dance, though one may be immobile

They are not there, out there,

But here

Inside,

Where memories dwell

And peace reigns

Laugh when happy

Because nothing is

So great

As a shining glow

Inside of oneself.

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