Hummocks Of Nirvana
Lush hillocks to titillate your feet,
Shadows of trees admiring your curves,
Waterfalls under which all speech is sweet,
Sooth away the encroaching nerves.
Served at twilight is the sublime desserts
With its mounds of ambrosia topped with crumbs.
And the luscious glimpse of grass skirts
With the distant throbbing of the great drums.
Platters piled with fruit never ending
Sweeter than the loftiest sentimental whim
Disappearing into the shadows ever bending
With the doubling harmony of a glorious hymn.
poem by Albert Price
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