come on in dear soul
tip-away, the pointy shoes of your sole,
slip on these plushy comfortable(s)
let this be a great exchange, (soft note)
our bluesy screams, bend notes while fading
arrange every high-low,
if there’s still a howl in you, unintending,
swallow the breathless mountain, fill the holes
unburdened wholeheartedly
my syrupy- dreams gotta run, but sit in the note
falsetto’s gotta blow
come back tomorrow,
there will be
jazz and gladness
salt of the music
sits quietly in the moonlight
Krissy Mosley Ministries 
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