Seek love, you will find it
Say goodbye, it will leave.

A mail-man to a mail
Box; verily, set free.

Only pain if you think
In your own terms; what of

The Other, who knew the end
Meant to teach that Distance

Is a poor wedge? No more
Games – one remains – Gratitude.

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