And we could build mountains from the sea. We could mold these bricks of water, Pour them over blighted lands. We could build future ghosts of past skyscrapers – towers for our pious whispers – And we could wash it all away At the first blemish – The first unplanned crevice. We could build mountains, We could build Mountains, Mountains from the sea.
-prompt by @badgalpratibha // words and photo by me-
















