Somewhere wide awake
A blind man blinks
Of dark he never wonders
And of light he cannot think
Somewhere wide awake
A blind man blinks
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Author: TheHumanAnvil
I find poetry as a gentle reminder, a medium to relay and dwell upon all things considerate people find inconsiderate. Poetry as an art is akin to a lamp or a magnifying glass. It trails volumes of meaning behind obscure, vague words. I have been writing for a time now, and intend to do so for the time to come. And hopefully, hopefully, hope that one day, someday, a person stumbling across this veil of words, find it alluring enough to shift aside the curtain and peer, into the eyes of the naked truth which sways with the wind of reason. If you have any thoughts, it would be my pleasure to know them, if you don't then it would be a pleasure to not. Be my guest. This feast of words is for you.
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THE HUMAN ANVIL 
Beautiful rhymes. Kudos
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Thank you very much 😊
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Very movingly and poetically evoked
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Thank you dear friend. Your kind words are a constant source of inspiration 🙏
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You are most deservedly welcome my friend. Keep up the great work ✍
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This poem is perfect to me!
Sometimes I wish I could live like that.
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True😊
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Beautiful poem…
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Thank you for the kind comment 😊🙏
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