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.