Riddle Me
Riddle me that
Riddle me this
A puzzle of a piece of mind
That's been unhinged
Lost, misplaced, swept up under
If someone else found it
Would they keep it I wonder?
Throw it away, or add it to a collection?
Of all these lost peices,
In a lost and found section?
Such beautiful pictures,
Together, fit perfectly made
But now just collect dust.
And someday will fade.
Colors change, mix, and blend.
Into a new picture.
How will they look in the end?
Riddle me this
Riddle me that
With each others help
We can put together, this puzzle, back.
Copyright © Aunna Jones | Year Posted 2017
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