Perfection?
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Sandra Feldman
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Can one attain perfection
In this world,
So full of pain,
Injustice, finely blurred,
Maybe, maybe not,
Depends on the eye, mind, flies
Of the beholder.
Creating Art opens doors
That are boulder,
Imagination, Beauty fly,
Art is communicative,
To the beholder
And seems to never lie,
Authenticity, heart and imagination,
Coming close to perfection,
If it makes you smile or even cry.
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