Earlier it was
the blind leading the partially blind,
white sticks- so luminously white
visible even in the cold, thick mist
(un)aware
of the filtered truths,
passed from deaf to the partially deaf-
Now ring in the vacant air
thought bubbles
floating everywhere.
White and many shades of white,
what a paradise to live in!
The inhabitants so white in thoughts
How do i dare call it an abyss?
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