Of all the good
In my life that has been,
One of the best was meeting you
And becoming friends.
Of what may come
We do not know,
And so we choose
To let life flow
Down whatever path
It leads our hands
As we build this puzzle
From grains of sand.
Infinite pieces
To see how we fit,
And see what beauty
May come from it.
None knows what picture
We shall create.
So the face of our puzzle
We leave to fate.
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