I seek enlightenment in mountains,1
While drinking from mystical fountains, 2
& may I forever find youth3
I believe the conquistadors found the truth,4
Traveling throughout America’s south,5
Mumbling romantic tales from their mouth,6
Which they reported to crowns & their kings,7
And were blessed by their golden rings.8
Their beliefs were slightly radical,9
But isn’t that life, wishing for the magical.10
Living by ancient holy text &11
Constantly praying, waiting for what’s next.12
Its hard with eyes to believe,13
To go to point of views to attempt to conceive14
Thoughts of goodness & prayer,15
Although time is god & he will be our slayer16
Or perhaps he is the father of our soul’s entities17
Who will lead the exodus to golden cities
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Returning a favor
I don't think I have to be fully Spanish (my dad has Spanish lineage) to grasp the beauty of your poem.
I salute you for your rhyming - because you made it work in your poem (Some people tend to focus too much on the rhyming, it takes away from the impact of their work). Yours is different. It gave me this.. "classic" feel. Like King David's book of Psalms (I don't think all of it rhymes, but meh, you get what I mean).
One little thing though:
Traveling throughout America’s south
Mumbling romantic tales from their mouth
You have "their" and then mouth... it could be mouths?
But the rhyme will be broken... you possibly substitute their with "its or his or her" (Is America masculine? My country tends to be written off as female).
But this is just a suggestion
Your poem is amazing still anyway.
Thanks for sharing this with SW ^_^

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Oh...wow. This was pretty good. I just have to mention one thing: "god" is supposed to be "God". Good work. Keep going with your writing.


