If then words were unspoken.The world would be mute, at a stand still until the next word is spoken.
If then, the world did not have color.
Prejudice and racism would not roam the earth looking for the unsuspecting victims.
If then, people could not visit their own psych, would there then be mental instability?
If then, beauty did not compromise or morph with every turn.Love would not be choked like weeds, but blossoms freely like unearthened happiness.
If then form was caged like an angry tiger, what happens to life?
Does it meld together, creating a never-ending unity?
If then, life, consisting of all these things, disappears from existence.
My very soul will sprout wings and fly away,
That twinkling distant star, and like everything else-
Disappears within...
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