If the sky would have been fulfilled on every knock of thunder,
How would the world have been then I at times come to wonder.
The sea that breathes now had not been there before,
It'd have been a river itself had it not merged with another's shore.
The flower had bloomed where I had not searched for it,
I deserted the inquest when no fruit did it render.
That which flames in heart in the rouse of heartbeat,
Would just have been lifeless time had it in hearts not taken shelter.
My shadow became a shadow when it met the eye,
Had it been invisible it would still have been a mirror.
People oft contemplate despite what times have to say,
How nice would it have been had the world gone another way.
And this fact to all the world shall now become clear,
To sum up all the sky you would oft suffice with a tear
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When Will the Moon Die?
PoetryIf Moon was a Child and spring his youth, He'd cry for a flower and die of sloth.
