Two people sat side by side.
One boy who wrote music and a girl who had forgotten to dance.
They saw sunlight through the gaps in the wall,
And rains through taxi windows.
The clock struck another year,
Another Rhododendron opened its eyes to the world,
And another cup of coffee blew out smoke-
Into the blue sky above.
Another year and another story told-
In black and white and in technicolour,
In taxi rides and muddy shoes.
It was another year when the Rhododendron bloomed.