Christmas time
With a shiny brass
And a kiss from the past
As I gape in awe
As the concert black draws
Me in
Oh the sound of jazz
Like it always has
Sounds as beautiful as
The snow
And the men I have
With their tuxedo pads
And a sound resonates,
A glow
Fixated and encompassed
What might I have
As I walk away, Maestoso
YOU ARE READING
GTR's Poetry
Randommy poetry swag ~~~ i actually created this poetry book a couple years ago but i want to put it to use again. there are some poems that i won't publish but idk i want to publish some and share what goes on inside my head to the world. enjoy.
