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Imperfection

Shattered shards and shackles 
Scattered and bounded to a soul so unfortunate 
Lost to an off beat melody 
That can still sound beautiful to a broken man’s mind 

Its sort of like 
Fallen cherry blossoms that seem more enchanting as they fall
Then when they bloom
A tragic whisper that is alluring to those that can understand 
The tears of the dying sakura trees for they to have cried 

But in an odd way this heart-rending act in life 
Plays with such finesse that it captives 
And tantalizing memories are formed somewhat everlasting 
Equivalent is that of losing love 

For it’s pivotal moment in every creatures existence 

Perhaps without these un-savory moments
Or without these undesired scars 
We wouldn’t  know beauty
Because I believe that true beauty lies in the imperfection of all things

Maybe that’s why 
We think it’s perfect in that  abnormal hour when we think back
Or maybe this way of thinking is as outlandish as the emotion that I am seeking to inscribe…

….Foolishly described I guess 
Yet these falling cherry blossoms that seem so tantalizing are scattered throughout
The memories that I have, and each petal to me is perfect

Each tragedy is just another beautiful scar  

~ Paradise's Poet ~

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