If
If one could walk among the stars,
and bath in the glowing moonlight,
while the essence of Jasmine,
was the aroma of the night.
Rose petals so soft,
strewn beneath ones feet,
and fruits of our own labor,
in abundance for one to eat.
If wars were of the past,
and no lies ever told,
allowing children to be children,
away from all the pain below.
If love could be captured,
and spread upon the clouds,
where everyone who touched it,
became so happy, they could shout.
Such beauty like no other,
was all one could see,
and money was not an issue,
and the air is safe to breath.
Sickness would never be,
sweet music playing all day long,
smiles on every face,
and misery forever gone.
If one could walk among the stars.
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