Shangri La

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Shangri La.

 

Beyond the mountains I can see.

Lie other mountains endlessly.

The mountains that I’ve left behind.

Are mountains of a different kind.

Lower, warmer clad in green

An altogether different scene.

From the peaks which lie ahead.

Just barren rock completely dead.

I must continue with my quest.

To reach the place where I can rest.

In Shangri La the goal I seek

Which lies beside the highest peak.

Few will succeed though many try

And those that do will never die.

For they have earned the right to be

Awarded immortality.

 

Wednesday, 05 September 2012