Imperfection - Poem by surhudd pawar
The twist in the tale,
that little taste of salt
in the cold ball of hail.
A story untold,
that kink in the plot
you just can’t unfold.
That sweet pain in my soul.
You are more beautiful
just because of that little mole.
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