Walking— on the impossible clearing,
With a might that millions came fearing,
Wish I could just grasp the feeling.
Running— on the impossible tracks,
Sprinting without collapse,
Successfully ventured through the gaps.
Swimming— in the impossible sea,
Through pure water, it could feel,
Breathing into the vast and perilous teal.
Climbing— onto the impossible mountain,
To perceive such summit with or without certain,
But for sure— doing it without abstain.
Writing and reading— on the impossible paper,
With excessive ink from its maker,
Just so you know, it didn't cared about the haters.
It could do the impossible; we could, too
Groaning is inevitable, but that wouldn't rule,
For the "impossible" is being its utmost fool.
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Telling My Own Thoughts; Short Poems ✔️
PoetryBook 2 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "Applaud like there's no tomorrow; live like there's no such thing as sorrow." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPO...
