| Think this is one of the better pieces... |


SmokeThe sky is vapid Lost its usual charm Sunset is rapid Over a mellow farmSmoke
We light in the night We strike some fire The winds earnestly fight To kill smoke-spires
The city is distant Yet so very near Lost in jazz propellant Sparkling piano we hear
I feel the carcinogens Wrap around my lungs The organ is now broken Its now just all junk
You smell like the music That swirls fresh from a trombone And how cleverly you use it To keep from feeling alone
Its hard to love you So very very hard
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I'm sorry about my english. You may correct me, please.
Thak you for the the comment!
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Marcell Carvalho
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Live in your world...Play in ours
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