Time is like the rushing rapids of a river,

Carrying so much and being so beautiful,

But oh, so quickly ending.

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People are like books, yellowed with age;

Hidden beneath heavy encyclopedias,

And wanting so badly

To be read.

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A child is like a question mark

At the end of an exclamatory sentence.

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I am like a single snowflake.

On a snowy winters night –

So fragile, so comparatively small,

Yet so unique.

I have a pattern all of my own.

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Experience is like the huge,

Friendly footprints

In the snow,

When you have no boots on!

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Man is bound in the webs of love,

With the weaver as me.