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.
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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Author:
Coyote (
Offline) - Published: August 6th, 2021 08:13
- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes it all comes together, the moonlight, waves crashing, a favorite song, and you feel it. Complete peace. This is exactly where I'm supposed to be at this moment.
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Comments2
Perfect, Coyote. Those little moments stretch out forever. Very well encapsulated in this poem my friend
Thank you kindly Sir.
So very true Coyote, those moments are so special.
Andy
Thank you Andy🙂
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