Keith Ren · Aug 30, 2010
Puzzling Pieces

I see where I fit,
As a leave among sticks,
And you, the soil
Giving way to the Sun.

Turn my color adaptation.
You, the brilliant rose variation.
Ever spinning, till our meetspokes find,
"We're the One."

 
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