![]() A Fractional MelodyA Poem by Gaston Villanueva![]() My rendition of what has been done thousands of times before![]() he was painted as a blind man who kept to himself, when one day he opened his eyes and was able to visually admire the world’s subtle clockwork.
from watching paint dry and grass grow and admiring leaves falling off trees and the faces people made when they were about to laugh, he absorbed all the bliss and talked with a smile.
his eyes then saw hatred and how gloomy humans could get, as they tormented him with fallacies and melted with misery never fathoming such a jagged perception of life.
perplexed and quiet, he closed his eyes again to avoid shaking hands with the broken society. Until he met her and she gave him a cookie made with flour and love and then the world did not look so hopeless again.
© 2015 Gaston VillanuevaAuthor's Note
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