I'm listeningA Poem by Shirlenaa song loved that plays until you want it to stop
I ‘ll sit and listen to fingers doing black and white justice
at the beginning of the week I try not to ill actually this is for venting…having my spill over what is or isn’t fair while sitting… going to hold tight and not move because I intend saving disturbance concentration…the flow unmistakeable and quenchable yet not too full it is in my best interest me to stay in attendance … mellow in this chair money should tip over the jar…considering there is one…not lifting a toe to bring me closer to the exit…I could close the place down as long as the concert continues in tepid light… spotlight through hither henna bulbs in a blackened room spices air themselves from French fried bird… linger on tips it’s hard to flinch without losing whiff of tongue-tied unplugged heaven elated it’s the hands in control while the melody smolders … flames instigate music dripping from the curtains …just keep playing my behind to the seat feeling beckoned amidst this flair … not about leaving tonight I’m listening © 2013 ShirlenaReviews
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3 Reviews Added on November 30, 2013 Last Updated on November 30, 2013 Tags: music, love of music, love, jazz AuthorShirlenaAboutI be lovin poetry and it be chosen to read Wanna get something across. I'll review you only...if you review me the soulest sistah is the soulest I mean... she gather's the best from grand lo.. more..Writing
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