We walk in misty rain, <br /> <br />Night is cold. <br /> <br />We hold hands, <br /> <br />As I feel her warmth, <br /> <br />A cold wind blows. <br /> <br />We sit on a stained bridge, <br /> <br />There is silence, <br /> <br />Her words like symbolism, <br /> <br />Drizzle begins, <br /> <br />Life winds around obstacles, <br /> <br />As a stream runs to the sea, <br /> <br />In ten or so years where will we be?<br /><br />James Fieldhouse<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-moves-like-a-stream/
