From Mexico

Time drips slowly, When dripping all alone, From the branches of the evergreens, To the puddles down below, It sounds a monotonous melody, For creatures so forlorn, Impatient in their company, Of ones who left before, Moved on, moved on, Forever more

Dripping, dripping still, her Countenance through my gaze, That comely auburn sculpture, Which time dares not erase, With all its truth and elegance, I pray for it to show, Could God have punished innocence? The beauty that I know, Come back, come back, From Mexico.

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