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In this world there are many things that exist,
But unfortunately perfection is not on this list.
Everything on this earth has a flaw,
But we can always be reaching for something more.

To become better than you were before,
No matter the paths you have endured.
When your feet are broken and sore,
You will realize what kept you allured.

The beauty of the life you live,
Is full of the precious love you give.
It will return to you through the sea,
All the love that you gave to me.

It will return in great numbers,
Through the waves to the shore.
As the ocean stirs,
You will no longer need more.

Just know that you get what you give,
That to strive for more is the most fulfilling way to live.

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Can't See It

Poets paint, create on canvas with words - can't SEE much of this. metaphysical and inside - mostly observation, not the observed - "as if to paint almost to man, although I patch it as I can" - Wallace Stevens on art and poetics - Lady A


 

 

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I don't really understand

I don't really understand what you are trying to say... I need to expand my vocabulary haha