My eye would climb down
A gorge flowing with river
And it would spot a shrub
Leading a lonely existence
Somewhere down in slope.
I had the blind spot in eye
Mind would fill in, at point
Where the shrub led a life
As a sun and a shrub lived
Their complementary lives
Filling hole of a blind spot .
Wonder what a shrub fills
Its blind spot as it looks up
To find a human up there.
For all I see in visual field
It might have been sheep.
The hibiscus 
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