The
Great Dividing Range
I
have thought for so long
What
it would be like
No
longer to have a paradise
Walking
through Toowoomba
I
feel the rain on my back
And
the desert heat on my chest
The
Great Dividing Range
The
border between two worlds
The
tropics and the Outback
Somehow,
I know what I need
And
it is not the green of the rainforests
I
need solitude
Miles
and miles of just miles and miles
The
sun rising in the morning
And
setting in the evening
With
maybe a single cloud
To
me, at this moment
The
Outback with its heat and constant sun
Would
be the paradise I desire
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