i went back looking
for the morning of the earth
it's not there any more
it's not there anymore
the magic of the morning
that i found once
that i had found once
in a more innocent time
without the tourism
without the tourism
without the high density
without the bombings
why did i come back
when i knew this was the case
i wanted the dream
i wanted this life
i will search keep on looking
for my shangri la
they will all tell me
it lies within but i know
it's out there somewhere
ha nice pattern of first and last matching and then breaking it at the end draws emphasis...if you find it either inside or out let me know...smiles.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written, it should be out there for sure.
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