π¨οΈ In lands where winter's touch grew cold,
And snowflakes danced, fierce and bold,
I dreamt of warmth, a tale untold,
A beach in Mexico, with sands like gold.
π Away from frost, from icy thrill,
To warmer climes, my heart to fill,
With waves that kissed the sunlit shore,
And winter's bite felt no more.
π Underneath the azure sky,
Where seagulls soared and palms did sigh,
The sun caressed my skin so bare,
In that sweet escape from winter's snare.
π΄ There, where time began to slow,
In Mexico, with warm winds that blow,
I sipped on tequila, smooth and fine,
A liquid gold, like sunshine's line.
πΉ It warmed me more than just in taste,
In Mexico, no moment to waste,
With every sip, I felt free,
From winter's grasp, I had my spree.
ποΈ So let the cold its course pursue,
For there I found a world anew,
Where warmth and laughter freely flowed,
In my winter escape to Mexico.