By The Hard Road
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When one will go by the hard road,
Where the maturity is growing,
On the quiet emerald surface,
He will see his reflection, perfect.
He’ll freeze of happiness, melt down,
merge with the Face of the Eternal.
The spirit with a flock of white swans
will flush and take wings to high heaven.
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