The Jigsaw Within My Mind
There's a sign trying to tell me something.
But the clues are too scrambled to figure out.
So many pieces spread out and scattered.
And there's no whole picture to help it put together.
So this sign reaches out to me
And configures it's self to the one thing that I never saw.
A beauty seen before but never felt.
As if Im the one last piece for this puzzle.
But will yesterday's lessons guide me to a way to hold this sign and grabs its image, within my mind.
The frame broken by reuse after reuse,
But the sign is well clear now.
My only task is to see if that sigh will fit that frame.
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