If I'd be a sunrise,
I'd mark my mornings
under complexion
of your skin, clockwise...
If I'd be a glass artist,
I'd feel how
the ephemeral flowers
die in a vase...
If I'd be an apple
I'd hide myself from Eve
and I wouldn't give
my nectar to Adam...
If I'd be a cloud
I'd definitely be
a white one....
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If I'd be a painter
I'd keep my thoughts
hidden in a paintbrush...
And I'd compose for you
poems and odes
If I'd be a poet.