Analysis of Blind
Your eyes melt in the sunlight,
Turning into liquid gold in the sight of mine.
Sometimes sight is breathtaking,
But darkness tells all secrets.
Behind your white clad eyelids,
Golden flecks dance.
A tale of what was once reflected.
Eagles, who are more prone to sight then even snow,
Wish they had the talent to breath God's breath as you do.
A gift was given,
A gift was taken away.
Do not linger over lost treasures,
But turn and seek new ones in the world,
Though it be only with your touch.
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| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 111001 100110100111 011110 1101110 011111 1011 011111010 101111111101 1110101111111 01110 0111001 111010110 110111001 11110111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 481 |
| Words | 92 |
| Sentences | 7 |
| Stanzas | 5 |
| Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 3, 2, 5 |
| Lines Amount | 14 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 28 |
| Words per line (avg) | 7 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 77 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 18 |
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Submitted on May 02, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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