though my eyes never born
when the rain from thy words
laps upon me
the scent of thy voice
strokes my imagination
with the spectrum of darkness
that be thy peerless shadow
and I am awash with Light
loujen haxm'Yor
Voices from an Easel
loujen haxm'Yor 
Blind maybe, but passionate and beautiful.
Thanx, Otto. Appreciate your stopping by. Have a good one.
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Beautiful!
Many thanx, Dilip.
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