With Eyes But Cannot See

Pure as a river’s water

Sweet as honey that bees manufacture

Fresh as the air we breathe

Mother nature’s greatest gift

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As innocent as the baby’s cry

As innocent as the blind’s eye

As innocent as humans live

As innocence opposite is guilt

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Where are the birds? The freshness of the air?

The rivers’ water is now in despair

We are not blind, we are all guilty

We are humans, with eyes but cannot see

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