I be a troubadour
marching streets paved
in lines of vellum.
My trombone of pen
releases words elegantly.
My breath dances,
on courtyards for eyes.
I am a troubadour
that moves before
all prince and princesses
born upon earth.
My instrument
is stored in heart
of red velvet case.
My intention is
to spread lyrics joyfully.
I am a troubadour
marching proudly
with my troupe of script.
My invitation stands
for all to gather on sidelines.
My intention is to share
melodies from a scribes score.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
I be a troubadour
marching streets paved
in lines of vellum.
My trombone of pen
releases words elegantly.
My breath dances,
on courtyards for eyes.
I am a troubadour
that moves before
all prince and princesses
born upon earth.
My instrument
is stored in heart
of red velvet case.
My intention is
to spread lyrics joyfully.
I am a troubadour
marching proudly
with my troupe of script.
My invitation stands
for all to gather on sidelines.
My intention is to share
melodies from a scribes score.
inspired by S-zaynab-kamoonpury Thank you
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