To look upon a landscape
be lost in it's awe and beauty
to know you will never walk amongst it
that all such places
are but the impossible dream
never to be witnessed
by such mortal eyes
how bittersweet it sits there
in the distance beyond reach
a place which calls to you
and yet never answers
the impossibility of it all
twists all sense and logic
a torment it is to be
to look upon the forlorn dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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