“Patterns”

I fold my puzzle pieces into the shape of a dragon,

On the box it presents a picture of clocks,

Confused by the way it turned out I challenge myself to redo it.

 

It has to be perfect just like it was meant to look like on the box,

Flipping the box over I realize the puzzle pieces are interchangeable,

Giving out a big sign of relief I glance up from table nobody’s here.

 

Magic lives within us all for this is the purpose of creation,

To share what we have with others, making true connections in life.

 

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