Writing thou'd scroll,
I've frozen like a statue of brass;
Ideas flows through the winds
like shattered glass,
yet it's unity is far reached.

I'm seeking perfection,
but imperfection stroll with me;
'Bout I accepted my flaws;
and persisted thee,
rewriting my dreams along my mood.

Then I saw the limpid victory,
Staring vividly at my sumptuous eyes;
Holding my hands as we
stroll the miles,
into the heavenly giddy in my subtle mind.

Its not perfect; yet overwhelming,
Though i conquered with creed;
But it was a flairing
struggle indeed,
'A Poetic Struggle'

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