To withhold the thought of being perfect
is, in fact, an act of error
for people have been said to neglect
have been immune to this mental terror.
this poem is fantastic for being so short. good job!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like. I think practice makes better, stay the same, or worse. I'm not perfect and don't expect any-one else to be. There are a lot of plausible things in life. To many things. Except in the way of God. He made us perfect, but we humans are always flawed! Bien!