Poetry of 2014
Monday, April 21, 2014
Day 111
The quest for perfection will only end in failure.
The moment it seems within reach,
It only becomes more illusive.
A mirage in the desert
A ghost in the mirror
It can not be seen.
It can not be touched.
It can not be achieved.
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