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by Shelley Williams Sep 14, 2015 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Each piece is unique and has a place to go, I start with the edge and the building is slow. I work on the blue that adorn the design, It is coming together and the edge is in line. I look over the pieces and some will not fit, Patience is tested and I'm calm where I sit. The picture is coming and birds are in sight, The rose is a light pink as the colors unite The art that appears near the rose is a tree, I interlock more pieces until I'm down to three. The scene is amazing and light makes it shine, the fun of a puzzle, an accomplished design.