The blues band begins and love escapes from the
throat of the trumpet.
The more the man plays the groves in the sax,
the happier the crowd becomes.
How can a band of five make
a room of one hundred feel so alive?
The passion of the room floats up into
the air, almost as if our
souls are dancing with eachother,
with people we have never even met.
Smiles are splattered on everyones faces, and the
aroma of ribs and homemade barbeque sauce
makes noses cry tears of joy.
Oh, what a wonderful feeling.
There are some really excellent lines in this piece:
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"How can a band of five make a room of one hundred feel so alive?"
"The passion of the room floats up into the air, almost as if our souls are dancing with each other"
"smiles are splattered"
(: This was a great poem.
Thank you very much! :)
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