Bridgett La Shae Wines
The Rhythm Of The Blues - Poem by Bridgett La Shae Wines
The rich taste of soultry music
Barely comes close to this
Feel that bass line
As it bops around
Stepping stones scattered about.
Doo-bah doo bop!
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
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