Could we really enjoy life without thinking of death?
Could we recognize ugliness if we don't know what beauty is?
If the stars don't exist in the might sky, will we still use them as metaphor for love?
Could the moon shine without the sun and the night's darkness?
Will we notice something's oddness if we don't know what's normal?
If we don't experience things, would we know what exactly to do when they come?
Would humans recognize sadness if they hadn't felt happy at all?
Could we think of the moon as beautiful if it doesn't shine?
If someone is born imprisoned, would it know what freedom is?
If normal is known for so long, what was normal in the beginning of it all?
Could we really live without seeing beauty?
Would we know?
When will we decide?
Which is which in these situations.
An unvailing truth behind a world of lies
Purity in an impure world
A clean hand within a dirty room
It is no use to think of
Yet we only say so because we wouldn't want them to happen.
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Let It Drizzle
Poetrycollection of poems that define one's mind. A poem for some memory and throught that 'I' have. Though, would it really be that special if I said it's for my self....?
