He wore silver spurs that jingled too
A song that I'd heard only just too soon
He'd come riding on the sunset
And now walked on by into the night
I called him back for some wine
Take those silver spurs off and come inside
He had the west setting in his eyes
And in the morning he rose in the east and said goodbye
And I heard the silver spurs as he rode on by
He tipped his hat and bid his adieu
Into the next town he looked to
I saw him once after that noon
By a mile it was to good to look true
I won't forget that summer with you
And that song your silver spurs played too
And when I see the west in your eyes
I'll rise in the east as I say goodbye
And you'll hear your silver spurs as I walk on bye.
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Beat Poetry
Thơ CaModern beat poetry, old school Kerouac, classic Lana Del Rey. If Lana Del Rey's music had an affair with Jack Kerouac's work their love child would be my poetry, set against the pop culture of America, the high of Cubano, the Lolita age where the gl...
