Each line,
A new beginning.
Each stroke,
A step of my journey.
Perfection,
My aim.
Impossible.
Flaws emerging;
Beautiful,
Frustrating.
Pen and paper,
Flawed,
Scarred.
My imagination,
My mind,
My soul.
On parchment,
All wrong,
Disintegrated.
Structuring,
Mapping out,
My journey.
Destination,
Unknown.
That was just simply gorgeous, the way you described being lost in a world of imperfections, I really loved this poem! Hope to see more of your works soon!
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