Perfection’s myth, imperfection this, of love’s divine kiss. A humble heart, knowing its presence, emboldened by the essence in one’s soul. One’s life so moved, by its the unintended mist. Undesirable features, not of what imperfection chooses, but of the confidence an unrestrained heart oozes. One’s heart, knowing its worth has nothing to prove, what heartfelt moments could never diss. Imperfections, demonstrate just this, flaws with walls, surface in of itself. A moment for one’s heart to texturize its soul’s mural, a mosaic portrayal extraordinaire. Imperfection, too hip to be square, perfection wouldn’t dare. Like, vapors within the wind, wayward perceptions alter, a fluent sway reshaping heart’s perspective. Through lens of hope, blemished dreams are made possible, obtained tangible. Love’s textured perfection thus, imperfectly perfect though us; celebrate its breathless beauty as this, imperfection’s picturesque bliss!
WCR
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“Through lens of hope, blemished dreams are made possible, obtained tangible.” Well said 👏 👌 🙌
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Blessings! 🙏🏽
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Wonderful and excellent 👍👌👍
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Appreciate the comment!🙏🏽
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beautiful!!
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Thanks!
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Your writing is so beautiful
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Thank you!🙏🏽
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You are always welcome dear Warren 💖💖
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Wonderful ❤️
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Thanks!🙏🏽
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Beautifully said, Warren. Imperfection truly reveals the unique masterpiece God is shaping in each of us.
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Indeed! Appreciate the comment!
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