We pass like vehicles,
In this vast expanse.
We are infinite pieces,
Yet the size of ants.
When we meet,
We meet fragments of ourselves,
Echoing hidden parts of our personage,
That we don't want to know.
It all comes to the surface,
For the lessons to show.
Life lessons can be ignored,
But they help us grow.
We meet, again and again,
Sharing unforgotten hours.
Looking into your heart,
Brings a transitory smile.
As we cherish this momentary passing,
Just… for a short while…
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