The Blind Woman
You are blind, yet you can see all
You are old, yet your spirit is young
You look so broken, yet your spirit is whole
Life is cruel to you, yet you never stop holding on
You are full of so much knowledge, yet you are curious
The young try to use you, yet you see their deception
You have every reason to snap, yet you are so patient
You have passed on, yet I feel like you somehow live in me
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