No two people

No two people are ever the same
By day or by night
Their tapers both lit by shame
The joy of their light!

No two rivers run smooth or strait
The valley is winding...
Their journey is binding...
For their love too collate.

No two forests are ever the same
One maybe birch another a willow
One maybe mountainous another a hollow
...But in the main
No two people are ever the same.

poem by Mark Heathcote
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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