Sep 19, 2007

Mexican mindset

Somedays is the Mexican minset
It's Gold rush and tequilla
Blooming flower of joy under sunset
The rare rainbow and shower
Love Words spoken under pain
Isn't the silver line of whistle
Up isn't a vain stairway to heaven
Up is the cloudtear that can't fall
I think as a full fresh aloe
It's fertile and waterfull inside
But dry outside, as in a desert
Sorrow is under drought
Mere talks are not given
As silence is golden

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