They whistle, they hum, they play, but they do not see.
Their fingerprints plead for forgiveness, for warmth, for love or peace.
But the darkness doesn’t answer.
And the men are still playing.
-Ben Johnson
Poetry
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I like this. I had to read it three times. Short and sweet and I think I get the sentiment. I did it.
I mean I dig it.
Thanks so much!