Infant sea
Luxury is a hedge
is a lake in a child's eye
is a neighborhood pristine
The river is a trap
separating cities like siblings
drowning those who attempt to cross
Luxury is something in our hands
a quality found in friendship
A journey's satisfaction
The Poverty is a stone
a puddle empty of life
Separation
Adulthood neutral river
Infancy pure luxury
Adulthood rocky rivers toward the mountain
Infancy an ocean feeding those shallow streams
Gravity unable to convince them
That poverty freezes their flow
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