by LJK
Impossible hope, a glimmer, a sign.
That never would happen, you can't cross the line.
Auspicious, suspicious, delicious align.
Impossible hope, that never was mine.
A feeling so low, a feeling so high.
You reach for the stars, you grab at the sky.
When all is naught and all is nigh.
Impossible hope
exhumed with a sign
But some things are but possible,
and through your mind's eye probable.
You cling to what you hope be true,
and with your heart you must make due.
The feeling of some hopelessness,
your mind plays tricks and you will miss,
what's waiting on the other side,
your hearts true form in all its pride.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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