Strange,
How nature’s haphazard streaks,
Don’t diminish beauty.
They merely add lucidity,
And confirmation,
To imaginations,
In search of perfection.
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Strange,
How nature’s haphazard streaks,
Don’t diminish beauty.
They merely add lucidity,
And confirmation,
To imaginations,
In search of perfection.