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 X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest 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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