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."
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."
