Fantasy of a Blind Boy

FANTASY OF A BLIND BOYHe is a blind boy from the west coast of America. And he walked upon the road. The rough road likethe one in Africa. He smiled like the soldier, toysand the prince of Rome. He is a blind boy from animaginary city. He came from the state of Lords. He is the blind boy from America. And he battledthe mirrors of blindness. He is a soldier and kingof the American Island. He is a warrior and ruler. And he is blind upon the brown road of California. He is a blind boy from the west coast of America. And he waved the armours upon his arms like owls,squirrels, the red snakes, cobras and the red sea. It is the king of the dark tomb. It is the red bees. The blind boy laughed to the rumours of a mutter. And he is blind. He is a blind boy from California. He is the prince of a dark city like the wise priest. He is the World greatest king upon the grey road,the murky mountain, the grey pavement and roots. He is a blind boy from the west coast of America. And he is the master of a grey road. He is a king. It is the priest of heavy rings. It is a champion, asuperstar, a trap star, a legend and a prince here. And he smiled towards a path of the blind soldier,towards the path of the dead souls and the kings. He is the blind boy upon the city like a grey stool. And it sat on the stool of the Romans. It is crows. The blind boy walked upon the grey road and path.