The wind blows,

Caressing the petals

Of my fragile heart.

As I sit on the edge,

Praying;

Looking at the horizon,

For the missing piece.

I must stop the search.

For I've now realised,

The piece was in my hands;

All this time,

Waiting to be placed,

By me.

~☆~✧~✧~☆~

Completing my puzzle,

One by one,

Waiting for yours,

Anna