I lodged at Shangri La for a short while
My stay was most pleasant and dreamy
The cityscape and architecture was most like Dublin
Noisy, unforgiving and occasionally weary
I always loved her hair after she had just washed it
It flowed like the rivers imagined in any far off paradise
All so soon I had outstayed my welcome
Over coffee her words tasted like poison
She returned the book I lent her by James Hilton
And I was left with my own lost horizon
Kenneth Nolan is from Dublin Ireland. He writes comedy, poetry and short stories, however, his main goal is to complete his first novel. He also does stand-up occasionally. Nolan has achieved a higher diploma in creative writing and has won first place for poetry in the ‘Sports & Cultural Council’ competition here in Ireland in 2012.
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