Motion of colors filter and stream into life...
pinks and greens
blues and whites
shades of all hues blur into each other
like the lives of many...
The motion of life,
walking,
driving,
running,
swimming...
blur one life into the other,
exchanging stories... not,
only perhaps a glance or two...
The river of life
always moving...
always shifting...
painted expressions,
tainted emotions...
the colors of life are many,
the blur of lives immense
the flow of the river of life
ever onward
always in color....
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