A Little Sombre Poetry

Life, Ideas & Perfection

Every perfect idea should be wrecked, perfection is an absolute.

If the idea does not evolve, it becomes imperfect.

Life is harmony and discord,

its in this imperfection of life that true beauty can be found,

raw, chaotic, majestic.

Each storm that destroys, each sea that swells

ravages and preys.

If the old stands strong and proud, the new will fall

never to learn, grasp and rise on their own.

Beauty is never free, it is closed and frozen,

Disorder within order, elegant, timeless and unrestrained.



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