The Mystery of the Sphere

You are so perfect,
because wherever I look
you are utterly the same.

You have no flaws,
no distortions
nor hills.

Everything you are
is pure perfection
in the most beautiful means…

…for your symmetries
are countless,
even infinite.

My dear,
you are a sphere,
a mystery of its own…

…yet a perfect simplification
of a very complex universe.

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