Rioja
Rioja
I passed through your land and wish to return.
I glanced at your face and my home I’ll now spurn.
I gazed in your eyes and your will I must learn.
Rioja
I passed through your land and wish to return.
I glanced at your face and my home I’ll now spurn.
I gazed in your eyes and your will I must learn.
Everyday is a Journey
and the journey itself is home.
~ Matsuo Batso
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