We depart and meet,
We hug and greet,
Yet the spirits don’t part,
As He dwells in every heart.
Time may make us roam,
But all paths lead Home,
In every face we see,
The glimpse of Thee.
We laugh and cry,
We live, we die,
But beyond this fleeting play,
The Soul knows the way.
So when we depart, don’t weep,
The bond is vast and deep,
For love is not of clay
And It never fades away.
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