call it the art of comparison,
our common foe.
it hinders all creation,
and teaches us to woe.
call it a perfect imperfection,
or deem it a flaw.
art neither seeks validation,
nor abides the law.
in a shattered mirror,
i see blemishes and scars.
in our fragile future,
i shape dust into stars.
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The Knight of Hearts
PoesíaA collection of poems I wrote between the ages of 16 and 19, about an inescapable first love that burned like wildfire and cloud castles that crumbled into a kingdom of ruin. And from its ashes, the Knight of Hearts rode on. ©︎ 2016 Karran Kumar
