Each piece must fit
Blocks and glue bound and tight
A perfect weave of natural
In human art
Beautiful and precise
Chance joins to interest
Interest to conversation
Conversation to friendship
Friendships full to discoveries
Time may lead to love
An intricate layout
So what happens to flaws?
The knots in the wood?
Warps in the logic?
What glues exists to hold them jointly
In precise measure
An understanding of each who
Tear it up?
Hide it beneath a carpet?
Cover it with tile?
Or rebuild intricacies
Again and again
Until the pieces meet
In pleasing artistry
To who we are meant to be
1 comment:
I don't know..
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