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Lover's 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.

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Poem Lover's Gifts XLVII: The Road Is - Rabindranath Tagore