There is a river flowing, we call it life. 
A moment here, and there, a conversation, a glance, a touch.
She shook my hand, smiled and welcomed us in
He offered us room, shrugged and turned away
The sun rose and set, birds flew into the night
A breath of crisp morning, a taste of sweetness and joy
All so fleeting, so brief, pictures of light
That was my life, that is my life, and yours and theirs
Delight in the rainbows after the rain, all the colours
So pretty, such a show
But then fade and are gone as we turn back to catch
A last look at all that was yours and mine and then.
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