In a world where perfection claims it's reign,
I seek solace in the cracks that remain.
For there lies an enchantment,
unseen by most,
In symphonies where imperfections host.


Look upon the ragged edges that fray,
the fragments of life that sway away.
Within these deviations, a spender blooms,
As sunlight dances on rough mornings' plume.


Like wildflowers that grow,
untamed and free,
Imperfections grant uniqueness, you see.
For nature's canvas paints
with strokes askew ,
Unveiling marvels that words fail to construe.


Gently pondered a weathered, time-worn face,
Lines etched with stories,
filled with wisdom's grace.
Each wrinkle whispering secrets that they've known,
A testament of a life fully grown .


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