Love Has Called A Meeting

Reflections and reveries about all that is personal and universal.

Saturday, July 16, 2016

PERFECTION

There is no purity,

for even in nature's 

whitest of petals,

are the browning edges 

of perfection.



Posted by Ronit Ashkenazi at 2:58 PM

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