Beautiful Imperfection
With petals crinkled and leaves strayed
It stands alone, but not dismayed.
With colors dim, which once was bright
Still it captures remarkable light.
A decorative addition or memories kept
Presented with love and not to forget
The meaning of what it once meant,
The reason it was given or sent.
This beautiful imperfection I’m inspired to be.
No matter my flaws, I can be loved for me.
One who gives joy and love to others
In various meanings and bright colors.
Even when I am aged and dull
I still serve a purpose dry and all.
Kerri Rogers
11/28/1020
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