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The Longest Road

The longest road
where they ask you if you have lost
where the gain is unsaid,
where the love has grown out of silence,
yet hither the wind blows to find the way
and not ask the one among the flowers,
or is a fancy of fresh buds.

When my feet feel unrest
it weighs on the air, on the water
but the soil again a bed
perhaps 'coz its scent flows
far, far where the world knows
where the peace is a fact.

Could be as insane not to hear
what must I should not know
not to tramp my joy yon
I am still the fragile dream of the east
I extend out my arms
where far will they grow, they grow.

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