Closed in the tin of my own <br />I forgot about the essence of the world <br />Remembered in this dance <br />Whirling, I come in more and more deeply <br />Inwards of my own images <br />But it's not me who is the riddle <br />On which all looks for the answer <br />Nor even none of you <br />We are only the element of the puzzle <br />In order to find <br />A right place in the suitable time <br />In order to not destroy the world <br />In order to not overlook it's chance <br />Of participation in evolution of the life <br />And then look in to the eyes <br />With the pride - not a shame...<br /><br />Anna Cellmer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-puzzle/
