Nothing Is Impossible

 
 
Is it hard to believe that hearts are ment to be broken?
To be left, bleeding, in the depths of the ocean.
Is it hard to believe that tears are ment to be shed?
From pain or joy, or even sorrow or dread.
 
Is it hard to believe that roses do not appear in just red?
That the single carnation of flowers, symbolize one who is dead.
Is it hard to believe that violets are not blue, but in fact Violet?
Only a simple shade away from the palest hue.
 
Is it hard to believe that a single act of pain, is truly meant to bring joy?
To own a secret so deep, that, when it escapes, brings Parody.
Is it hard to believe that the ones hardest to love, are those who need it the most?
That the caliginous they posess, is abdicating the light.
 
Is it hard to believe that the less one owns, is all they need?
To be hidden for so long, and finally be free.
Is hard to believe that Every new beginning, comes from another's end?
That the time all waste, is only misplaced in a Labyrinth that bascules.
 
Is it hard to believe that colors can mix with whites?
That they may leave stains or blotches and lose sight.
Nothing in this world is truly Impossible,
Not strength, or artistry, or courage and bravery.
Not the heat of the blazing Sun that brings Light and Day
Not the coldness of the icy Moon that brings Darkness and Night.
 
 

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