Music rises through the air,
Chatter, laughter, jokes we share,
The food we eat cannot compare,
And all through the night, the band plays on.
We eat and dance the night away,
Feast upon the decadent array,
More delicacies upon our plates we lay,
And still, the band plays on.
The feast is now far behind,
But not in spirit, not in mind,
Through the air, those sweet smells still twine,
And but an echo in our heads, the band plays on.
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Aureate
Poetry𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐅𝐢𝐜 • 🥇#1 in Short Story (Brine Awards) | Welcome to Aureate, an anthology of poems and flash fiction dedicated to capturing the astonishing beauty of nature. Pictures alone cannot do justice to the a...
