Jigsaw
Where can I put the pieces of a dream
that I no longer desire to puzzle together?
My pockets are full of the wind blowing off the water.
My hands are full of the rain falling from the clouds.
My heart is full of the sunlight shining from the sky.
How can I carry the pieces of a dream
that I no longer care at all to fit together?
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