This puzzle haunts me every day of my life,
Forever I struggle, trying to solve this one million piece puzzle.
From morning to night, its still not over.
Countless times I question myself, I ask, is this right?
Thousands of pieces left, the image is still unclear.
What’s next,
Almost done, pieces lost, pieces forgotten.
I won’t be finishing anytime soon.
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I would like to translate this poem
Isn't it exciting that your pieces hold such depth, colour and can transform and/or be transferred at such a rate that peace fits to life....