Soul Passes Into The Veins Liberated flow from a back row under pain running side strain on harsh ground after long days even harder grayed living - no sort of sun in sight but a powerful kinda pulse lives- beats in rhythm through and through out traverses broken bones with a song so emotional a spirit so full and eager racing on rails- trekking from deep within a forest this ghostly tune blankets breathed into weeping minds embraced by their weak lungs it plays on in the middle of Harlem, across streets of Chicago it plays up and down avenues in Cali, it plays and it marches and plays coursing through the arteries of men reliving its southern upbringing with every note cried in desperation the soul-the blues- the life passes into the veins. JD Windman ©2013 all rights reserved 5/20 Walking Back Roads
Posted on: Fri, 05 Jul 2013 13:28:08 +0000
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