Life, has similarities to a puzzle.
It's tricky and strategic,
Confusing but at the end you have a clear picture of it.
Only that, life can never be complete.
If it does be, then you will never see value in anything you do or rather have.
In a puzzle, there has to be a missing piece in order to notice it's value to being complete.
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Portraits of her heart
PoésieTo all poet enthusiasts, well this is for you. This lovely book is a third person narrative, and yes it's full of poetry whereby you find romance, somber, melancholy, hurt, ecstasy, love, affection, fondness, remorse and a whole lot more. So please...
