Perfection
I once thought that this world was perfect.
The perfect blue sky...
The perfect fluffy clouds,
The perfect trees of high.
Yet perfection lies only within,
Deep within your own eyes.
For the clouds are not perfectly fluffy,
Nor are the leaves that hit the skies.
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