Monday 22 June 2015

DRIFTERS:


People come & people go,

Drifting by like wind & snow,

Running past, & as rivers, flow,

Some moving fast & others slow.

 

I do not see them, then I do,

I cannot touch them, nor can you,

As leaves in autumn, fluttering blew,

In this life, drifters, just passing through.

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