Principle Of Perfection - Poem by Wesley Dante
The principle of perfection
Is in the slightest touch or movement,
That astounds the soul and arouses the mind,
To make you feel what you could never believe.
Emboldened by its simplicity,
Yet stark with subtle complexity,
Perfection stems from nothing,
To make you feel like jumping
Out of your chair and shouting
'Hallelujah' to the skies!
The whip of the wind on the cusp of a mountain top,
The gentle dew that covers the morning field,
The rolling waves washing away the sands of time,
A gentle touch and that beautiful smile,
To entreat one to delve into the world of possibility
And to witness his own hope resurrection,
To make him feel what he never believed...
My friend, that, is, perfection.
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