I saw the sun on a blind day

Pigments of truth hurt the wounds. Hands from the dirt attempt to catch the light and hope is mysteriously rouge. I saw the sun on a blind day. Ribbons of smoke and ashes touch tips of flashes. Beyond the mask are eyes remissly unsighted. This is the moment I penetrate the crevices of yours. A bundle of my heart pulses; kept drowning, a symphony clamors. I saw the sun on a blind day.