Santiago route on road...a morn when got born...

Some morns are so marvellous
That they take in all
As if one is porous...
Some morns are so miracle blessed
As if one losing all becomes the wealthiest...

On road such a morn came just
As children in white one passed...
Singing a song
Which Elton John prayed
Once ... sitting on stool of wood
Absolutely dismayed...

On road such a morn
With halo of Apollo got born...
Just before eyes not perceiving
Just before ears not listening...

On road a Santiago route evolved
And one with the Virgin mother involved
Only muttered soft
In surprise joy filled held aloft...
'Christ!'

For one got ashamed
Seeing Him walking cool the same...
Despite -
All ...

For one witnessed
How in hayfarm a babe smiled
Toothless...
On His Mother's lap...
Waking,
As if new born...

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