Asymmetry,
the one flaw in humans that we still
see as beautiful.
It's odd, in a community obsessed
with symmetry and perfection,
lines and grids, monochromatic
worlds, we are intrigued by
asymmetrical beings.
A curve in a silhouette,
a dark spot on a light canvas;
a difference.
In such a grey world, why is color
seen as so beautiful?
The strain in a person's voice when they first wake up, the sound of
stumbles and curses, of rummaged
papers.
Why does it seem, that every imperfection has a color?
'*'
/A.N.
Lol when you can't write for shit./
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PoésieJust poems. Some poems that I have written and others from the internet. If you would like to send me poems, I will dedicate that page to you. Or if you want to stay anonymous that's fine, too. Poems that I have wrote will have a '*' at the end. Pl...
