A perfect bloom is thought to be rare
As many will judge or often compare
A beautiful bloom through critical eyes
That sees the blemishes, embellishing lies
Though Nature shares the greatest truth
Beautiful reflections of imperfect blooms
A breath of fresh fragrance that perfumes a room
Is perfect in all its flaws and imperfections
For blooms are imperfectly perfect.
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