Some days I relate to the first pieces of a puzzle,
Where the answer's a placing of faith,
On the promise of a picture on someone else's box.
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Waiting for the Rain to Fall
PoetryPoems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased review from me, the author.
Puzzle Piece
Some days I relate to the first pieces of a puzzle,
Where the answer's a placing of faith,
On the promise of a picture on someone else's box.
