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This poem is the art of perfection.

Poem: Perfection has never been defined



Today I saw perfection in the eye

I was not bothered by my imperfect make up

I was probably not thinking

I was inside the awesome moment

Everything was so perfect

I failed to spot an imperfection

I became the author of this perfect moment

Even though I was probably not allowed to stare

I had trespassed into the sacred moment

Where eyes are not fully accountable

For the contents of their looking

Something magical took over the faculty of sight

A perfect moment is so imperfect

Because the contents of its perfection

Are unreachable

Just adored from afar

This is the definition of perfection


Inspired by E.B.

©Kenneth Maswabi


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