Bora born
Eden _
Cry out, hey you eskimo Joe
do you think the world should know
where the garden of eden's gone
is it lost in desert song.
Under camels' toes, out of sight
scorched by day, chilled through at night
beneath seas of wind swept dunes, where
devils twist the air at noon.
The child in you awakes this kind
size your world to free your mind.
This sacred globe named Earth my dear
is the Eden of yesteryear.
- O -
© 31st may 2013 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
do you think the world should know
where the garden of eden's gone
is it lost in desert song.
Under camels' toes, out of sight
scorched by day, chilled through at night
beneath seas of wind swept dunes, where
devils twist the air at noon.
The child in you awakes this kind
size your world to free your mind.
This sacred globe named Earth my dear
is the Eden of yesteryear.
- O -
© 31st may 2013 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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