Fragments

  

Fragments of the whole.

Pieces of a puzzle.

Each a truth,

a glimpse a hint

of the wonder.

Child, friend, sibling,

lover are only parts

that contrive one being.

 

We are all

fragments of the whole,

sharing only pieces -

moments of our lives.

What a lucky one -

the one who

experiences them all.

Who touches them.

Knows them.

Loves them.

 

By Harley

Harley2u@aol.com

 1/8/01



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