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© ilminur
The sufferings endured upon the roads
Were never a sign of turning back.

It did not call it suffering, saying "I am a servant,"
And yet,
More and more,
To the noble ones,
I will be worthy,
Commanding, "Gallop ahead!"

Everyone speaks of nobility,
Yet not all are the same.
Some say to me, "Give me the mansion,"
While others seek their beloved.

The highway revelry,
The highway revelry,
The tears shed upon the road were never a promise to stand stil