Beautiful Imperfections


The world is full of imperfections.

Every winding brick path, 

every creaky wooden door,

every torn flower petal,

every smiling face.

The world is full of beauty.

A red leaf blowing down

the winding brick bath.

Intricate woodwork

on the creaky wooden door.

A hungry caterpillar

on the torn flower petal.

Creases around the eyes

of the smiling face.

Beautiful imperfections.
This poem is about: 
Our world


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