Jazzy Night

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The chilly breeze sweeps off stress

While I lay back on my chair, sipping a cup of hot chocolate,

It's pretty late, but my body doesn't feel like sleeping on bed,

Instead, I turn the radio on, and listen to sooth of jazz,

Calm at its best,

Stands out from all the rest,

It's like an explosion of colours fill my empty mind,

And my emotions melt, turning into a sea of blue,

Such a scene, what a view,

A splendid music, with a drink to enjoy to,

Relaxing, doesn't it?


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