The deaf and dumb man sat in his persian chair. The blind idiot sat on a wooden stool, his back broken.
"Did you see that sunset? I see it in my eyes. But I can't see the sun shine."
The voice whispered in the blind mans ear,
"What did you really see then?"
"I don't know....."
The deaf and dumb man sat there, his eyes opening wide as he saw them coming nearer. It was a vast plain of sand and heat. No one around. Just the two of them in history.
But the third clad in silky black, his long cloak waving behind him, humming, his eyes closed.
They would be taken away. Somewhere safe for them. The blind can see but can't walk. The deaf can hear but can't feel. The dumb can talk but can't move.
The moment was silent as their figures shackled closer to where they sat. The blackness wove a guitar made out of hair, he plucked the strings softly, still, ever so madly humming the sweet, dark lullaby.
Sit here beside me
Till nothing I see
Whisper, just whisper to me
Find me oh find me
Come here and save me
Listen, don't leave me
Stay here and teach me
You won't come back here
There's nothing to hear
It's dark and that's all that I fear
Till then, be here
Calm, sweet, just lay here
Then i'll follow
Hear the meadow
Stay here
I'm going away.....
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