Happy and hurting
Happy that they were there
Hurting that they are no longer.
Once the life was heaven
Now it yearns for a haven.
People come and go
Its only memories that remain
But are very strange
They come when the creator is gone
They come to live with us, when others depart
Sometimes transcend us in other world
Sometimes help in escaping the present.
They take us in past
And make people past.
They reside in the heart
And plays strange game of happiness and sadness....
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