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When You Return

When you return To the old village In its awake, in its pebbles Say my greetings as well Where I spent my years In its dust, in its greens In its shadows, in its heat When you return To the old land, In its mountains, in its deserts Where I travelled to find You and myself, Say my greetings as well In its hunger, in its elation In its despair, in its wilderness When you return Say my greetings as well Where I belong, In its good, in its bad In its wrongs, in its rights! Kashkin

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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