Imperfections

Nov 3, 2022

1 min read

By Neha Basumatary

Stop trying to make love Beautiful,

allow it to just exist.

In its raw form, in its purest state.

Some days it will shine; some days it will barely glow.

Most days it will be just quiet.

A reflection of the people inside us,

The imperfect people

Who rise and fall.

By Neha Basumatary

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