Musing: What if?


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

What if?

What if the waters from the ocean shone like gold,

What if?

What if men could fly like the wild night bats,

What if?

What if beneath a painting there was a quiet monster,

What if?

And what if love was the only language humans could speak,

Just what if?


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