Waves snap along
the moonlit shore
as a T-Rex bass line
carries ’The Mambo Sun’
through my soul and out
across the dream crested
Atlantic
Right here
Right now
I am free
Nirvana is made up
of moments such as
these
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 5:40 PM UTC
Waves snap along
the moonlit shore
as a T-Rex bass line
carries ’The Mambo Sun’
through my soul and out
across the dream crested
Atlantic
Right here
Right now
I am free
Nirvana is made up
of moments such as
these
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