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Tribute to John Coltrane: Meditation on "Naima"

Yearning screams from The black pits of my dreams. The abyss of longing widens, beckoning me.

You stand, swaying, teased by a Sultry breeze.

Your heartbeat thrums Through my head, slips From my mouth, cascading like Feverish notes of a virtuoso.

Quiet reigns.

I revel in the peace of your Beauty.

Ebony keys tickle my skin.

Your spirit calls to me.

Yearning fills the void--my soul, As you slowly slip away.

-- Towana Pierre

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