The Sound Of Jazz - Poem by Javon Mikel
Smooth as Velvet, live instruments harmonizing together. Music speaking love bliss, our body language sings along with this. Free form with style, ecstasy on the purest form. High as the friendly sky, with my feet firm on the ground. Walking on the clouds, stepping in the name of love with my Pink diamond. Stepping into heaven, Completely happy as 7=4. We always add up to 11, even not together we are still 1+ 1. Just us Two, forever. Infinitely flowing in love. Making the Sound of Jazz. Love Love.
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