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I was told about this place
Rich with silk, on exotic plains
Like the golden lands of Olympus
Where olive and palm trees
Shepherd the gate ways and gold poured out of fountains
Cashmere was ordinary, for the common man
Rome stood envious, to be out done
Her children were in charm, on stories told
I was told about this place
I was told about this place,
Some bear witness to as paradise
Where the sun comes out to favour once delight
As the guest of the king
Waited upon
Served as royal
I was told about this place
Where the gods reside, by a traveller with status
Who said I had to see it with my own eyes
But first she said I had to own bravery
And cross the dessert to get to oasis, become like Thor
Through dusk and dawn in cold winters night
For the dessert laid riddled with wild beast
And bitter men, stood as land pirates
Who fed on travellers that voyaged past
I was told about this place
Where I did have to face trepidation to get to
And walk the lonely plank to test faith
I was told about this place
Where paradise laid waiting
You had to see it with your own eyes, I was told.
Will another traveller, captivate
Gathered men in-front of open fire
Me included, in amazement, to day dream of
I wonder, or shall it be me , I
Story telling, looked upon like a hero
Who made it past the beast, and saw Olympus to tell
beautiful.
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Ah,you made me want to fly to Rome.Beautiful write.
ReplyDeletesuch a lovely write and yes Rome is so wonderful want to go back there again soon but I love the island of Italy where my friend lives
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