At Last, I Came Back
At last, I came back.
I'd walked through thick forests with no roads in there
and down the longest circular path –
the longest path with no footprints on it.
And here I'm telling stories –
where was I,
and why,
and in which condition?
When I turn back in the wind,
a stir-up call echoes in my ears –
the call of a deserted time
when my world broke into dust
and flamed up into an unquenchable fire;
light scuttled far away from trees
and there were many dead men afloat on rivers
and lying down on woodlands –
and a lot more of people were only walking,
ceaselessly walking on and on.
At last, I came back.
I've got a new heart
to keep inside it the soft trembling of life;
here's no one around, though,
neither you nor any other,
but I do have everything for sure –
diving deep into the depth of time,
I've got my homeland.
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