The Rhythm Of The Blues

The rich taste of soultry music
Barely comes close to this
Fresh vibe.
Feel that bass line
As it bops around
Stepping stones scattered about.
Doo-bah doo bop!
In air,
But with a secure direction like
An electric generator.
It has a melody that can be
Heard faintly in distance
Echoing between mystical crystals in clammy caves.
Seen in a juicy expression
Bursting with fruity flavor

by Bridgett La Shae Wines

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