poems imperfection June 20, 2013June 18, 2013by heather anne why bother to look perfection eludes us all and who cares, really? Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
Reblogged this on John Looks Out On Life and commented: we strive to improve journey has meaning for all destination? meh! Reply
Some call it red 
Isn’t there a degree of perfection within imperfect? 😉
Reblogged this on John Looks Out On Life and commented:
we strive to improve
journey has meaning for all
destination? meh!
love this!!
A smile was had
ones day is complete and rich
when one makes such
Perfection exists in everybody’s eyes, but perception of it is different for us all.
feeding a fire –
putting torch to every page –
but unlined paper!
This is fantastic!
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