Saturday, 2 January 2016



Touch of perfection is everywhere

In every sphere

From an atom to a nebula

Think of a rose

Its softness

Its fragrance

So dreamlike

It needs to have thorns too

That’s what makes it perfect

Like our life

Bubbling and waving and roaring

Then Stops flowing

By Death’s restful hands

Perfection is this unique balance


Posted for Sanaa’s Prompt Prompt Night


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