Aloof the heart is cold and lone.
A willing heart we appreciate.
But then a heart that loves is best.
It's swathed in hugs,
caressed with smiles,
that float cascading on our laughter;
jingling, tinkling waves that tingle.
We celebrate the love we share,
that warms our souls to overflow,
and journey back, to find again,
the heart that shared with us at first
a taste of heaven here.
Seraphic melody we hear,
from depths of hearts flowing with love.
The essence of Ubuntu.
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