It Cannot Be Poem by Winston Edgar Hall

It Cannot Be



Imagine with me for a few
What we could have;
The elegance of it could
Not even be permitted.


That is, given that we are
Told that perfection itself
Cannot be attained. Indeed,
Perfection is what we'd be.

Thursday, November 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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