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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