Beauty In Imperfection

Beauty In Imperfection short poem

Uploaded by Lamar Exilus

The hidden beauty of mistakes made truly in seeing past the scars and pain of cruelty of outside standards that dictate looks & manners.
Lawless questions from lawless masters, it’s a lesson which imperfection shapes character moulding beauty into one answer. Best of you, humble, honest and true that no one can refuse or rebuke, the beauty in imperfection a correction suit, win, lose or draw a beautiful spirit will get you through.

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ZUZANNA MUSIAL
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Hello, Lamar Lexilus.

We are born with some imperfections. It is a fact of life. Your poem tells me that. There is also the beauty in those imperfections as well.

Great read.

Thank you,
ZuZanna

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