crossing streets
and rivers
over mountains
through jungles
surrounded
by blue oceans
around corners
of buildings
tall and squat
through deserts
cold and hot
past palms
and angry dogs
into cities
big and wide
in windows
out windows
past trees
with leaves
the pulse of
his jazz
has no
hold when it
sends out
those sweet
notes
- Author: shadow424 ( Offline)
- Published: May 25th, 2021 18:55
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 39
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