Musing: What if?


What if the hills on the countryside moved when it wills,

What if?

What if the waters from the ocean shone like gold,

What if?

What if men can fly like the queer night bats

What if?

What if beneath a painting there was a quiet monster

What if?

And what if love was the only language men could speak

Just, what if?


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