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Monday, 10 February 2025

Way - Tristan Tzara

What is this road that separates us,
Across which I extend the hand of thought?
A flower is written at the tip of every finger
And the end of the road’s a flower that walks beside you
Tristan Tzara (1896-1963) Romania
Translated by A.S. Kline
Posted by Bruce-the-Sheep at 12:19

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