Portrait of a Blind Girl.

The brush might hit the paper,
The paint might form a picture,
The definite is only the message,
And what she see's.

The paint is black,
Her visions too,
Her imagination is colourful,
But only she knows.

She won't understand,
What she see's or what she paints,
Because what she see's,
Is not a world she knows,
And what she paints,
Is a world she'll never see.

-- REALLY old. --