THE MYTH OF PERFECTION
do not think about the conclusion,
it’s only the beginning, let it be
untitled, just now canvas
pinned on the frame
of emotion, still
wet brush
has to
move on the crystal clear surface !
time will be the only decision
maker; until then, just try
to win the heart’s
pulsation, it’s
a matter
amid
the dream and realism, no body –
knows exactly; in which track
resides the destiny, and
which direction exist
the luminous eyes,
a labyrinth
path
asks often the address of intention,
the dark and light are the
undivided truth of life,
on the gray shade
I’ve searched
your love
eternal ;
though it’s not so easy, but it creates
the natural beauty, completeness
is the hypothesis, nobody can
claim the title of absolute
perfectionist, the error
is the sign of
humanity - -
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