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点击复制They travel without compass
their luggage made of dreams;
they follow where the rivers
reshape their silver seams
Each mile retells a parable
of love that learned to roam;
each stranger gives directions
that somehow point to home
The hills unfold like scripture
the sky repeats Amen;
and every dusk reminds them
to start their faith again
They rest beside the highway
where wild geese draw their signs—
and whisper “we are traveling
inside each other’s lines ”