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An angel comes and the blessed news comes with him.
They – the wise, the three – don't know it yet.
But soon, there's a touch of gold on the back of a hand, and one awakens. Then he wakes the others.
They start their pilgrimage at once.
So, now they walk. They don’t know the way, but they are led. The guide is a beautiful star, which cannot be unseen, not even when the sun tries its best to vanquish the gentle, yet mighty shine.
At night, the road is frigid, and they share the warmth of each other.
At day, the road is blistering, and they share the shadow of each other.
They sleep sometimes, even though they are rushing, because they bear gifts and one must need strength in their arms to carry. When they do, they hold hands, glad to be together and together share the grant, the opportunity.
They kiss when they wake up, giddy for the same reason, eyes moving from each others’ to the star.
It will not be long till they arrive.