I look at my horizon,
My Deaf Mind is on the amazon,
Of a magical river- I see the Fantasy,
Is singing to me as the wind;
I don’t hear the wind by the sounds of my mind,
But by the imagination of my tasty-
I will hold a magical staff, embrace it from my magic,
A magic of mine, is a state of confusion,
But within it, the light is waiting for me
To brighten up, brightening all the horizons,
So that the Hearing World may hear the roar rising,
Of Deaf World- Time to show what is the Awareness,
And time to reveal that Deaf people is like Hearing people;
Not all of Hearing people are clever, not all of them are dumb.
©️ Ismael Mansoor
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