What If…

What If... short poem

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What if…
birds grew
trees flew
Cats barked
and dogs mewed
What if…
I laughed when I was sad
cried when I was glad
I sin when I am good
and pure when I am bad
What if…
I break away to belong
I’m right when I’m wrong
larks cawed
and crows broke into song
What if…
the green grass flows
the river grows
the buffalo bleats
and the goat bellows
What if…
The sun shone at night
the moon at daylight
the lion pranced about
and the deer showed its might
What if…
the truth is a lie
ostriches can fly
I die when I live
and live when I die
What if…
I let my mind go
feel high when I’m low
fire-flies sting
and bees begin to glow
What if…
snow is a raindrop
a raindrop a flake
I’m real when I’m fake
and I give when I take
What if…
I’m strong when I fear
far away when I’m near
I’m clear when confused
and confused when I’m clear.
What if…
What if…

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A little about me needs some thinking am I a writer? an artist? I'm also good at singing I love the stage Don't think I look my age maybe I'm a trainer or a poet? but don't worry I am on it. :-).
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Preeti
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There are countless ‘what-ifs’ in the world if we start saying it..Good poem!

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