Elusive is this world, all is a passing phase,
Neither you nor I, exception to this face;
I shut my eyes when you broke out and surfaced;
I offered not arms to take you to my fold,
I gave you not the joy of warmth and comfort
Of peace and solace of heart meeting heart;
Alas, when I realized all these, you were gone very far.
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