Thursday, September 2, 2010

Almost Perfect

It came in a box

Beautifully wrapped, endearingly carved

Majestically presented


It was chipped

A small flaw that seemed almost invisible

A tiny crack with a fragile stare

Almost oblivion to the eyes of many

A spark without the light

Like music humming in the midst of moonlight

Like starry nights looking back at Van Gogh
It was almost sublime

It was almost honest


It stood silently, unknowingly

It wrapped its enchantment around the blurring vision

Like dewy drops on a cold misty morning

Like palette of colours swishing in a monotone

It is flawed


Almost Perfect

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