The Altered Puzzle
Seven billion people in seven distant lands,
Scattered as products of desolate brands.
We are the puzzle pieces, distinct from each,
As leaves give beauty to an evergreen beech.
Different pieces of puzzle, put into a frame,
Individual piece have no identity or name.
Together we build in solitary perfection,
A humane beauty beyond perception.
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