Can one attain perfection
In this world,
So full of pain,
Injustice, finely blurred,
Maybe, maybe not,
Depends on the eye, mind, flies
Of the beholder.
Creating Art opens doors
That are boulder,
Imagination, Beauty fly,
Art is communicative,
To the beholder
And seems to never lie,
Authenticity, heart and imagination,
Coming close to perfection,
If it makes you smile or even cry.
This world is full of pain and illusion captures mind of a person still with grasping of matters. Beauty of nature is attractive and beauty of life each person should feel. Imagination flies and makes cry and smile both. True beauty is with God and we should love him and remember him ever. Excellent poem! ..10
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I would like to translate this poem
If a poem, a song or a work of art Succeeds in reaching someone's heart Communicates its message clear Striking those who read, see or hear I think that we can safely say It was made in a perfect way So many of yours fit into that category, Sandra! Well done on another great poem.