Perfection
She wept for her lover today
because he did not smell the
absolute perfection of Universe
in each raindrop that fell
That day.
He complained of the damp
the puddles, each one placed
perfectly. The plan perfected.
She wept for her lover today
because he missed the sight
of the surrounding beauty
in every single thing ever.
and That day.
She wept for her lover today
And in each tear that fell:
Absolute perfection of Universe.
The plan perfected.
Her heart was filled
That day.
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