I wish only
For perfection -
But what a simple
And elusive thing
It is,
For as soon as I think
I've attained it,
It slips from my grasp
Once more.
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PoetryWhat is it I see Through these wavering glass spheres? Foreign tongues written far off in the heavens, Feelings incarnate, Scrawled across the bottomless sky For the seraphs and me alone to read. ~~~~~~~~~~ HIGHEST RANK: #257 (8/28/16) Vote if you e...
Perfection
I wish only
For perfection -
But what a simple
And elusive thing
It is,
For as soon as I think
I've attained it,
It slips from my grasp
Once more.
