Perfection, a fleeting dream,
a mirrors glow, a silken gleam.
A flawless rose, a say so blue,
a fleeting moment, pure and true.
Yet cracks define the perfect whole,
the depth of heart, the human soul.
In imperfection's tender grace,
true beauty finds its resting place.
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