Those that we meet

As the sun rises and sets on the people we have met.
As the wind dances, skips, and twirls
around those that we know.
As the clouds form, separate, and retreat
above those friends that we love and greet.
As the earth spins, revolves and evolves.
As the sun rises and sets, I am thankful that we met.

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