when two paths converge . each traveler shares the space . until they exit
come, sit for a while . watch the time pass together . we don’t have to talk
the path, walked alone . is a journey made better . walking together
when the parts retain . their selves, yet work together . there is harmony
where two paths diverge we can remember one path travelled together
when grouped together it’s natural to assume things work together
a quilt is just rags . until every fabric swatch . is stitched together
chairs and a table on a common piece of ground bring us together
as the geese migrate with the seasons, together they work to succeed
every color relies on one another just to be noticed
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