Arthur RimbaudO seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.
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The poet Oscar Wilde said, "O seasons, O castles, what soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, felicity, it enchants us all.” This poem makes us think about the fact that there are many things that are perfect in this world. We see the perfect thing every day and we don’t even think of it as being perfect. We just take it for granted. But there are some things that are flawless.
They have no flaws which means they are perfect. The winter is beautiful with its snow and the summer is beautiful with its flowers and butterflies. The autumn leaves are perfect in their vivid colors and the spring flowers are also perfect in their beauty.
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