By: G Dean Manuel I close my eyes, so I am blind, I may ever seek, but how do I find? Vision always got in my way, in inky night, my heart risen, inclined. I don’t need to see the day,…
By: G Dean Manuel I close my eyes, so I am blind, I may ever seek, but how do I find? Vision always got in my way, in inky night, my heart risen, inclined. I don’t need to see the day,…