Coy Lament Espinela
Gold trumpet of flowers blooming,
an embellishment of big sound;
Spectators start to bop around
as a beat fills the air booming;
Succulent scent a bar’s forming,
with each inhale they fall in line;
The melody just hits so fine,
each hue a little different;
New version of a coy lament,
old world charisma lets it shine.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2024
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