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Explore winding walking ways and misty mazes in Lilian Antillon's poetic journey. Step into a nation of eyeless men and feel the slow curse drained through centuries. Witness the darkness and the echoes of light in a world oblivious to its own maimed existence. This collection delves into the depths of perception and the essence of sightless souls struggling in a dimly lit reality.
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Poetry project By : LilianAntillon 11/18/10 Mrs.Willis ELA 11/18/10
Fall • Windy , winding walking ways • Streets snaking , singing sways • Descending deeper , darker days • Migrating , meandering , misty maze.
The Country of the Blind • Hard light bathed them-a whole nation of eyeless men , Dark bipeds not aware how they were maimed. A long Process , clearly , a slow curse , Drained through centuries , left them thus. At some transitional stage , then , a luckless few , No doubt , must have had eyes after the up-do –date , Normal type have achieved snug • Darkness , safe from the guns from heavn; • Whose blind mouths would abuse words that belonged to their Great-grandsires , unabashed , talking of light in some • Eunuch’d, etiolated