Like lanes ending in bylanes
circles encircling circles.
shades of grey, black, red, blue, white
sometimes streaks of pure light.
people of all type interact
friends, lovers, enemies, strangers, kith and kin.
sometime grief, sometimes joy, smile and tears
fragile as glass, delicate as rose bud
perishable like a fountain bubble
is LIFE.
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