Saxophone Fantasy
My fantasy: to play the saxophone.
My soul poured out in jazzy melodies;
soft, supple nuance, sensual in tone.
I picture in my mind sweet harmonies -
aural aromas of sad elegies,
or spicy Latin rhythms of romance,
or reveries that make the people dance.
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