Cerebral Palsy
Two eyes
of a skillful archer
caught me.
They tore the space
their swift arrows
and caught me.
Two eyes,
Radiant with saintly grace.
Opaquely defining them,
A handsome.
Alas!
One yellow,
It was pale his face.
Two splendid eyes,
One princely nose,
Forged flawlessly
atop tiny lips,
They lit his face.
A crippled angel,
Entrapped,
Between infamous times
and a filthy place.
Take me,
Both eyes asking me.
Take me
with you stranger!
Help me please?
Do not leave me behind?
I thought,
They were telling me.
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