by Dalia Davis

Flames
cooled by blue
tones.
Rushing
foam faces
burst into
song grooves
swinging past
stones.
A jazz band
of water nymphs
quell fire arrows
aimed for
my heart
bones.
by Dalia Davis

Flames
cooled by blue
tones.
Rushing
foam faces
burst into
song grooves
swinging past
stones.
A jazz band
of water nymphs
quell fire arrows
aimed for
my heart
bones.
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