Retiring from turmoil for moments in time,
adjusting self to fit into newly created
puzzles like sculptures of beauty,
concentrating from love's deep abodes.
Remnants of egos, finding their ways to
adhere and bring about some self-esteem.
Shaping designs into molds of eternity.
(10: 56 a.m. - 9/30/09)
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