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Lost City Blues
In the lost city where shadows dance,
Echoes of blues in a mystic trance.
Whispers of tales from ages past,
In cobblestone streets where memories last.
Moonlight weaves through forgotten lanes,
As melancholy melodies softly reign.
The ghosts of jazz haunt the midnight air,
Lost souls seeking solace, unaware.
A lone saxophone cries out its pain,
In the heart of the city, where dreams wane.
But amid the sorrow, hope still gleams,
In the depths of the lost city's blues streams.
So let us wander, you and I,
Through streets of sorrow 'neath a starlit sky.
For in this city where the blues reside,
We'll find beauty in the tears we've cried.
#LostCityBlues #WritcoQuote #writco #writcopoem #writer
Echoes of blues in a mystic trance.
Whispers of tales from ages past,
In cobblestone streets where memories last.
Moonlight weaves through forgotten lanes,
As melancholy melodies softly reign.
The ghosts of jazz haunt the midnight air,
Lost souls seeking solace, unaware.
A lone saxophone cries out its pain,
In the heart of the city, where dreams wane.
But amid the sorrow, hope still gleams,
In the depths of the lost city's blues streams.
So let us wander, you and I,
Through streets of sorrow 'neath a starlit sky.
For in this city where the blues reside,
We'll find beauty in the tears we've cried.
#LostCityBlues #WritcoQuote #writco #writcopoem #writer
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