Will a chiseled coconut ever be the same?
Were all my efforts held in vain?
If proof laid bare beneath your feet,
Would thoughts of limitations repeat?
Can blemishes conceal wounds and scars?
And pollution reveal the moon and stars?
Can life be what it was before,
When satisfaction is something more?
Will you be proud when work is done?
Or will Earth set still beside the Sun?
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