Hope
I could cry out my eyes in flooding tears of blood
for all my sorrows and lost loves;
but still there is the possibility
for beauty to in spite of all start triumphing again,
since it was there once, true and honest;
but you chose to just walk by
and leave her as a fatally presumed impossibility.
The formula is this: first do your duty
and what's necessary, then do what is possible
of all the things you want to do,
and after that quite natural accomplishment
you'll find that all that's left for you to do
is to break through and carry out the most impossible;
for beauty never leaves us but is always there,
just waiting to appear again, if she is bypassed,
hibernating to just flourish, ever turning up again.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-09-02 at 14:07
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