Perfection
Around the edges, the eyebrows taper a little too sharp, And the face is imbalanced, neither round nor oval, they harp, Perhaps just a little more effort, could have salvaged Mona Lisa’s fate, It could have been a lot better,
Open Window
I open my eyes, with very vague memories of last night, And find the hazy glow of the morning’s soft bouncy light, The sharpening light throws focus on millions of particles of dust, Each particle resembling the fragments of my