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