seven wonders of the world and
i wonder,
can their minds and toes curl,
when beauty surrounds them.
can their ears hold heavy pearls,
and lips perform poetry with passion in them?
can they love and not rust,
can they hold on for another century,
or travel to the galaxies,
can they combine with another wonder,
and climb out of towers.
can they love themselves and prove to be better,
or remain stationed in the carelessness of life,
can they marvel at newness and acclimate to changes,
can they survive storms within them and
undergo mitosis and meiosis,
can they live to be alive,
or cherish their own parts?
no, they can't.
we are the wonders of the world.
