Black Poetry : jazzy belle

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  1. Jasriff

    Jasriff Member MEMBER

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    She slips in like the illest jazz tune known to man
    Like an old brass trumpet,
    telling you her life's story in a blues riddled melody...
    Drawing me in...
    How I long to lose myself
    in between the ebony and ivory keys of your soul.
    Not just half...
    But your whole
    Let me run my fingers over the strings of your heart
    Maybe we can create the perfect melody in our improvisation
    The creation of a mellow duet
    Set on love's staff in fresh Black ink
    Let me sink into your music's paper
    Measure your rhythm and pace
    Off beat like a nervous child playing solo for the first time
    A Rhyme
    No Reason
    A season for love?
    The story of us...
    Caught up in betwixt the mix of sharps and flats of this romance
    Dancing on the trill of a soul moving finale
    by a young jazz singer
    Stirring memories of Lena Horne,
    the first time you heard her bless a track
    Ain't It the Truth....
     
  2. Destee

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    yessss yesssssss YESSSSSSSSSSSSS ... oohhh skuze me ...

    yes ... that's da truth ... :)

    I thoroughly enjoyed this peace ... thanks for sharing it.

    :heart:

    Destee
     
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