Trance
"Four pegs of Old Monk, a dance floor trance,
He grooved to the rhythm, a wild, merry dance.
Captured a moment, not just an image in sight,
Brushstrokes of revelry, a painting took flight.
Through the lens of spirits, a masterpiece was found,
A tipsy waltz, on canvas, profound."
He grooved to the rhythm, a wild, merry dance.
Captured a moment, not just an image in sight,
Brushstrokes of revelry, a painting took flight.
Through the lens of spirits, a masterpiece was found,
A tipsy waltz, on canvas, profound."
