A POEM by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel
The very essence of southern rock
lies beyond the crossroads of reason.
Where my spirit glides as free as a bird.
Floating really high against the wind.
The Lord is a witness to my height.
He blesses my way into this other world
where I´m just a simple man
wondering across its vastness.
There I´m not a lonely soul
and my heart is not cold.
My spirit molds in form of a biker.
A hell angel baptised in fire
drifting with no destination
easy riding past the gates of time.
All Rights Reserved - 2007 FPimentel Poems & Publishing Co.
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