Perfect (open-ended)

Two-thousand-meters-high
icey-pristine.

Soft, warm and welcome
as mothers (can be).

Powerful, valiant,
just like my dad.

Pear-sweet crisp-apple-ish
classically bad.

Noblesse oblige
of the high-wired kind.

A mind soaked in honesty,
gulabi-style.

Compassion in person
for all that you meet.

You’re superb and more,
you just can’t be beat.

You’re perfect,
spectacular,
hey, did you know?
Here’s my applause,

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