A Search For Shangri-La
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My Shangri-La . . . seeking,
through the corridors of my mind;
lost- I meander like a seeker blind,
opening doors loudly creaking.
An imaginary place of sweet divine bliss,
idyllic utopia, and nirvana remote;
where tranquil water lilies float,
I want a Shangri-La abyss.
But, I have gone astray,
finding myself climbing up stairs;
while a worldly vision of me just stares,
oh Lord, help me find my way.
Then, I open a hidden wooden obscure door,
to a beautiful green haven hide away;
a place where there is never decay,
no pain- no sorrow to endure.
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September 12, 2019
Poetry/Enclosed Rhyme/A Search For Shangri-La
Copyright Protected, ID-19-1180-489-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Pick a Title, Vol. 9, Enclosed Rhyme
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Theme chosen - A Search For Shangri-La
Fourth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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