#2109-Perfection
10/05/2023
It is rare,
That I stare at flowers,
Passing me by.
But today,
One caught me by surprise.
Gazing at her,
Indistinct tiny blemishes,
Appeared before my eyes.
With a smile,
I walked on by.
For they were nothing,
But birthmarks,
Staring back,
Reminding me of faults,
I’ve been taught to see,
In my life.
