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Shangri-La
Walking in the royal garden,
the breeze carries
the scent of peach trees and incense,
the sound of chanting from far-away.
Granite-and-gold, multi-tiered temples
float on clouds as big as mountains.
Near the splendor of the palace,
I stroll with perfect pace and balance,
adorned in a lotus-shaped
headress of pearls and silver.
My flute tastes like ginger and lychee
as I play a tune.
Reality cloaked in haze,
my meditation births
the essence of yin and yang.
A beautiful sunrise can only be reaped from beautiful dreams.
- by japanprincess1 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/15/2008 |
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- philelectricguitar - 12/18/2008
- Wow, this is amazing! Definetly a 5/5!
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