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Lovers Gifts XLVII: The Road Is

 The road is my wedded companion.
She speaks to me under my feet all day, she sings to my dreams all night.
My meeting with her had no beginning, it begins endlessly at each daybreak, renewing its summer in fresh flowers and songs, and her every new kiss is the first kiss to me.
The road and I are lovers.
I change my dress for her night after night, leaving the tattered cumber of the old in the wayside inns when the day dawns.

Poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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