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Sweet caress, Mexico calling Beauty Heaven casting shadows on body Melting into shore-sprayed ocean waves Dribbling lifetimes through the galley Space time warfare being shunned Baja rising mojo rising Knowledge knows nothing Uniformed eyes Scanning celebrated islands Off the coast, way off from town In the depths of solitude In the current of infinity Where Riders Ride, and Angels fly Where life has forgotten to die Rivers, Waterfalls, Cliffs Falling crest liquid chest Milking the ***** of Nature's kindness Seek salvation in the fish of water With no sake or care, but just the season Washing air over warm Combing through atlas place Gutter rhyme spilling into the conversation And the mouths of fate choke Leaving silence to beckon hope And from the silence comes the now And the now shall bring later and tomorrow And life will roll on With briskness of clouds and truth Aching itself into the moment of face Loving every minute of the hour Forgiving hopelessness as bad company And saddling the wandering again 'Cause even at the end of the road, There's always the ocean still to go.
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Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 6:16 PM UTC
Mexico Calling Beauty
Sweet caress, Mexico calling Beauty Heaven casting shadows on body Melting into shore-sprayed ocean waves Dribbling lifetimes through the galley Space time warfare being shunned Baja rising mojo rising Knowledge knows nothing Uniformed eyes Scanning celebrated islands Off the coast, way off from town In the depths of solitude In the current of infinity Where Riders Ride, and Angels fly Where life has forgotten to die Rivers, Waterfalls, Cliffs Falling crest liquid chest Milking the ***** of Nature's kindness Seek salvation in the fish of water With no sake or care, but just the season Washing air over warm Combing through atlas place Gutter rhyme spilling into the conversation And the mouths of fate choke Leaving silence to beckon hope And from the silence comes the now And the now shall bring later and tomorrow And life will roll on With briskness of clouds and truth Aching itself into the moment of face Loving every minute of the hour Forgiving hopelessness as bad company And saddling the wandering again 'Cause even at the end of the road, There's always the ocean still to go.
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kristofer-von-coons
Netherlander
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 6:16 PM UTC
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