The jazz record plays,
The old man with the red velvet hat smokes his cigar and sips his drink.
On the dance floor, a couple dances, looking into each other eyes, not wanting to let go.
The musician plays his solid gold trumpet to the highest note.
As he blows the crowd away, glass shatters onto the wooden floor. The music stops as people look around in despair.
A simple mood turned into a destructive place.
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Under the Stars
Two people, unaware of their connections. A guy and a girl looking at the stars. A cool and crisp night. He touches her face to the bridge of her nose. His warm hands make her open up. As his hand is over her cheek, she puts her hand on top of his. Looking into each other eyes, dreaming yet realizing, this moment, this day, under the stars is a dream come true.
By Brianna McKinley7 years ago in Poets
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