Impossible
So blue are sunlit drops of rain
Inspired by mornings light,
Reflected in a mirror is the semblance of our lives
As summer passes by,
But all that’s built from a timbres beam
Seemed impossible to me
Under a new ray shines the simplicity of a smile
Held in the wonder of an innocent moment,
While we stare at the slender leaves that wither
Then die in falls arrival,
Until came an instant instilled in thought
That seemed impossible to me
We may have inherited the miracle of a life possessed
In the wisdom as darkness descends,
It creeps like the softness of the moonless night
Into the mystery that we all fear;
But the brilliance of a shooting star
Seems impossible to me
No idea gained over the roads we tread
On every path and every trail,
On loves rebirth to our hearts exchange
In a sound of those falling drops of rain,
But all we can hear from the timbers beam
Seems impossible to me
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