Mexico Trip
Roosters cry in slumber of the morning
dogs howl rudely to wake the slum
still no peep of light til a beam
peaks the mountains surrounding,
a fresh pacific breeze hits your cheeks
smell of something burning saunters in reeks.
bumpy roads in small towns,
sharing moments that leave upside down frowns,
steaming meat on cold dark nights,
bonfires become only lights.
All begins with agape love burning oh so bright.
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