In the tapestry of life, strokes impure,
Imperfections woven; our tales endure.
Once we chased perfections fleeting light,
Now in flaws, we find our truth, so bright.
Expectations lofty, dreams took flight,
In pursuit of flawlessness, day and night.
Yet times gentle hand, a teacher wise,
Revealed the beauty in our own sunrise.
A wiser heart, adorned with scars,
Life’s uneven rhythm beneath the stars.
Imperfections dance in our unique rhyme,
Crafting a poem, imperfect, yet sublime.
