If

If greed were not

perilous cave stones

If rotten meant

white lily fields

If insults evolved into

songs of the street

If net worth built

banks of knowledge

If prison cells were

schools for gardeners

If twisted lips

intended kindness:

Beauty might breathe,

unobstructed.

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