In the city’s glow, where the shadows play,
Underneath the neon lights, we drift away.
A cool croon lingers softly in the air,
Improv rhythms take us, free without a care.
Gliding on the whispers of a sultry tune,
The skyline serenades us, cradled by the moon.
Dancing silhouettes weave stories in the night,
Lost in sweet harmonies, everything feels right.
Every note we share, like jazz on the breeze,
Painted on the canvas of tall city trees.
Though the world is spinning in a hurried chase,
In this moment, darling, we’ve found our place.
With every single heartbeat, the music flows,
Like a river of dreams only our hearts know.
Laughter fills the spaces, love’s a timeless dance,
Underneath the neon, we’re lost in romance.
So let the city hum, let the night unfurl,
Together we create our own little world.
As long as we’re crooning, we’ll never be alone,
In the glow of the skyline, we’ve found our home.
So here’s to the moments, the improv we’ve drawn,
To the dreams and the memories that linger on.
With a cool croon resonating through the dark,
We’ll forever keep dancing, igniting our spark.
Jazz
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