Spirit and mind part,
popping out from there seems.
Between the light and the dark,
crack’s are seen, visible for all to see.
I am learning.
Imperfections are mark’s of beauty,
that never fade out.
I am an old soul, with burnt edges,
I am crisp falling a part;
as time takes everything
that I own.
Nothing, is perfect.
These are but my imperfections.