What If

What if...
I painted the angry sky
with the color of your smile...

So the clouds
would never break in tears,
and this wounded Earth
could be washed clean
in the rain of joy.

What if...
Your eyes grew wings
and flew beyond the storm...

Looking for the girls
the night has taken,
carrying a whisper
from my darling
to the heart still waiting.

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What if...
With the warmth of your breath,
I wrote a melody...

So Tulip and Violet
could rise from broken ground,
young souls could dress
for days of celebration,

and the dark our mothers wear
would finally
fall away.

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What if...
The shadows of these years
broke apart
inside your eyes...

And in this soil,
for the very first time,
the roots of love
began to rise.

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What if...
Love still lived in this land...

What if...
This land remembered love...

What if...
Love still lived in this land...