Could you steal the crimson sun from the skies
To dab your lips with its hues?
Thieve the silver from the moon
To fashion anklets for your feet?
Could you drink the blue from the ocean
Until it was blue no more?
Or kiss a rose just enough
To rob it of its scent?
If you could loot a tree of its life
Would it really be dead?
If the rains decide to descend on a desert
How would you stop the raining?
If I give you all my love
Would you try to shame me out of it?
Or would you poach even whilst I freely give?
Insensitivity, an unsure fiend
Seeks a weary voyager.
You could look into my eyes, but
Could you cup kindness in your palms?
Or infiltrate that fertile place
Where I incubate a million dreams?
If you would plug the fountain of my hopes
It would seep through the hardened earth,
To erupt as a thousand eternal streams.
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