I hear some nights a sort of music
the spanish serenade of a lullaby
goodbye to the times of past
the chime slinking quietly
and life dances on
gone without a partner but death
steals into moments
steals into people
steals into you
but life dances on
and music you once could play
is foreign
foreign to the skies
to the air
to the stars
and they will ask you
about this song
teach them to play
teach them sing
and life will dance on
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Beat Poetry
PoetryModern beat poetry, old school Kerouac, classic Lana Del Rey. If Lana Del Rey's music had an affair with Jack Kerouac's work their love child would be my poetry, set against the pop culture of America, the high of Cubano, the Lolita age where the gl...
