You wonder how anyone could
believe in Shangri-La,
like it must take damage to one's
neurons or ganglia.
But if there's a place I would search
for Yeti high and low -
it would be that Himalayan
land called 'abode of snows.'
If you can see the vast expanse -
the mountains stretched for miles,
and asked about a lost city,
make your smug denials,
then you haven't truly seen the Himalaya.
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