As the moon grazed the pine tops over the mountain
I slid back in my seat to check that searing body pain
‘Slow’ was the mantra
when we had set out this time
Soaking in pools by the day, chatting over fresh lime
Lounging on a tree swing, gazing at the clear blue sky
Waiting for the sun to melt slowly at the beach nearby
Tying up few words to rhyme, exploring stars at night
Were some of the ideas we had thought to get IT right
‘Fast’ would not be a figment from what we felt now
Packing in jungles & beaches & all that seemed wow
Temples, paddies & sierras pulled us out of the town
Clinging on to our bikes as the paths tumbled down
Here, on top of a wave, there, on top of a volcanooo!
Además los acantilados, como puedes decir que no!
Each moment, was a story, a painting, an expression
Each breath, was an escapade, with unlimited action
Stop! Pleaded those aching calves, from hours of run
Just a little more! We coaxed, the fun has just begun!
The days passed in a blur amidst all this commotion
& our lazy vacation
morphed into its sketchy notion
2 comments:
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Nice one. Like the Spanish touch
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