Her Perfect Painting
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striving for perfection
hours, days, months flew past
always revising, never satisfied
tears came, so did smiles
when she finally finished
emptiness grew within
what would she do
now that she’d achieved perfection
loneliness followed
her brush left in a closet
no goals yet to reach
she succumbed to idle musings
of that one day
perfection took her zest away
*December 14, 2018
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2018
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