Look around the flawless surroundings of nature,
The whisper of water streams, singing of birds.
All are shedding tears.
As those who were busy in making the mother earth flawless,
Have forgotten who they are from inside,
Now I could only see the scares, wound and pain.
I no longer could feel the memories and beauty of flawless surroundings,
Which once existed.
If you ask me about pain, I no longer feel it,
As the word flawless have changed it’s meaning to typical ”Perfection”.
A disease that’s allowing you to be judged.
If only I am granted with a single wish,
I wish to gain courage and find beauty in imperfection.
Imperfect and still flawless,
That’s the beauty of love and acceptance.