In the quest for the perfect grace,
We chase an image, a fleeting face.
Yet perfection lies not in the chase,
But in the heart’s true, humble place.
A perfect moment, soft and pure,
Found in flaws that we endure.
In every crack, a light breaks through,
Revealing beauty, old and new.
The perfect song, the perfect rhyme,
Are woven in the threads of time.
Not flawless, but a masterpiece,
Crafted with imperfections’ peace.
So seek not just a polished gleam,
But in the real, embrace the dream.
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Abbas
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