Movements,
Slow and swift.
Two people creating life.
One visual
With colorful dots
What went for a walk
and never returned.
Another, untouchable,
Flowing in and out of archways,
Mixing and enriching the air
You and I breathe.
Both as sweet as honey;
Even if to taste,
They would be tart.
The world is made of paper,
And you are the hand,
Making the paper what it may be.
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