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TravelThe moon is calling souls Back to her bosom, so fair But humans are not fools To go without a care Ecstacy is on a road But where does it lead? Never become a toad By refusing to heed When the sun rises Follow with all your heart Hard even for the wise Yet the masters called it "art" Spirits stay alive always On the Eternal Path And they sing like the blue jay And treasure every laugh ©2007 Diane Coghill and Jean Legault All Rights Reserved |
Travel (poem)
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